Each word and sentence showed care for Lu Qingyi, a detail that was emphasized in the conclusion of the letter.
Why?
Upon opening the second piece of the paper, a yellowed, incomplete photo fell out. A small part of the photo had been ruined by fire.
Lu Qingyi recognized it. It was a picture of her grandmother in her younger days, along with Yao Meishu, and another elderly man who she supposed must be her grandfather whom she had never met.
A small portion of the photo was burned, Lu Qingyi couldn't make out what it was.
What could the other half be? Lu Qingyi had her doubts.
What remained were bits and pieces of the photo, only showing Yao Meishu and her grandmother, and no one else.
The last piece of paper underneath indicated that the jewelry inside had been given to her.
There was nothing else, nothing more about her.
Lu Qingyi closed the safe. Her heart was consumed by a sense of loss.
Nothing.
