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As Wang Chen read the delicate handwriting on the letter, he felt as if he could see Zhang writing these words.
The elderly man would have been hunched over his desk, pen in hand, writing intermittently with pauses.
When mentioning the past, he surely sighed with longing.
And when it came to mentioning his impending departure, he definitely showed a disconsolate expression.
As for the end, Wang Chen thought, he must have had a smile of anticipation and a sense of melancholy for the regrets.
Instead of ending with a period, Zhang finished his last sentence with an ellipsis.
Adding to the nostalgia between the lines, Wang Chen guessed that he definitely had much more to say.
It's just that the old man no longer had the strength to write it all down…
Hu~!
Lost in these thoughts, Wang Chen took a deep breath, then picked up the medal and the entire set of silver needles.
The medal was covered with rust, but it shone brilliantly in Wang Chen's eyes.
