After some hesitation and struggle, Xiao Juan finally could not hold back his curiosity and walked to the desk.
In the dim candlelight, he saw what was written on the paper—
"Thank you for your support along the way."
Xiao Juan could not help but frown, but he resisted asking and flipped to the second long page. This time, it wrote—
"Your support is my motivation and courage to move forward."
He scrolled further back. It was almost the same content.
"In the wind and rain, you were with me all the way."
"With your help, I can walk freely."
"A thousand words can't express my feelings for you. I've already remembered how touched I was by you."
… .
These words didn't sound like love letters. They sounded more like thank-you letters.
Xiao Juan looked at Yu Niaoniao, wanting to ask but not daring to.
He was afraid that he would be annoying if he interfered too much.
