He Xing steadied himself and took the letter paper out of the storage room. The dim lighting here affected his ability to read the letter, so he returned to the chair he had sat in earlier and unfolded the letter.
"He Xing, by the time you read this letter, I may no longer be in this world. I don't know if you'll be sad; you probably will be, but I hope it's only for a short while and not for a lifetime.
At this moment, I am 25,000 miles high in the sky, the weather is very bad, and there's been a slight accident on the plane. Everyone in the cabin is writing their wills. Many can't even find paper and pen; fortunately, I have a pen, and Luo Qinghe generously donated a sheet of paper to me.
Three years ago I left your side, and as I left, I never thought of returning; but I did come back, and now that I'm back I don't want to leave.
