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Those blurred dots... like teardrops falling while writing, dampening the paper.
Lin Xian knew that this little card must have been Li Qiqi's final message to Liu Feng, which he had seen in the future, 600 years later.
Only, the card he had seen then was filled with regret for not having seen the meteor shower, but now that Li Qiqi had finally seen the meteor shower, surely the contents of the card ought to have changed?
Lin Xian tentatively glanced at Liu Feng, seeking consent.
Liu Feng nodded, silently giving Lin Xian permission to look at the card.
Lin Xian pulled out the palm-sized card, the handwriting on it delicate yet trembling... In this moment, it seemed as if time and space from 600 years in the future overlapped with the present scene, letting Lin Xian truly understand what is called a love miracle that transcends 600 years:
[Dear Feng Feng:
Hehe, I'm so happy! I actually got to see such a beautiful and spectacular meteor shower.
