Tears moistened her eyes, if it was to find someone, she could've understood him, telling her, and she would have been willing to accompany him, no matter what he did, she was willing to be by his side, why couldn't he understand?
But, fortunately, he had said that he would come back, hadn't he?
As long as he could come back, that was all that mattered, she was just afraid that once he left, he would never return.
That was how Celia was, easily made happy; with the letter, she wasn't so sad anymore. She believed in him, now all she needed to do was to patiently wait here, and she also believed that after his next return, they truly wouldn't have to separate again.
The only regret was that he chose to leave, not waiting to spend the Spring Festival with her. He could have told her this in person.
