Thud!
The mobile phone slipped from Liu Xiangli's shaking hand and fell to the floor.
She knew it—the very thing she feared most had happened when she couldn't reach Xuan Bingbing on the phone.
Liu Xiangli looked up at the sky, bewildered, as silent tears trickled down her face. She was like a lost soul.
"Huai, I still couldn't stop her from leaving."
Li Huai was at a loss, disoriented by Liu Xiangli's sudden emotional upheaval.
"My wife, don't cry. What happened? Who couldn't you hold back? Who are you talking about?" Li Huai asked.
"It's Bingbing, she's gone." Liu Xiangli managed a bitter smile and then took out two envelopes from her bag.
The letters were written by Xuan Bingbing, but not delivered by her. Liu Xiangli had found them in her room that morning.
