Xiao Qiao asked, "Wesley, no matter what happens in the future, will you always trust me?"
"Okay!" And how about you?
Can you do that? My wife, with such a big thing like faking death at our wedding, can you still trust me?
"Why did you write your will in advance..."
"That was a love letter!"
"Alright, why write a love letter in advance?"
"I had a feeling the wedding wouldn't go smoothly. You often say I'm a bit pessimistic. I just want to predict the worst possible situation and then think of solutions. But I think you've already covered everything, and me interfering would show a lack of respect. So, I just didn't bother. I was thinking, what if I died?"
This is what she imagined as the worst scenario.
"If I'm alive, this love letter won't end up with you. If I die, Xiaojiu would give it to you. I'd be at peace somehow; I shouldn't die without closure, right?"
"So, the fake death plan wasn't orchestrated by you?"
