She sat in front of the table and held onto the paper. Her heart sank as everyone's figures flashed across her mind-her family members and Huang yize.
The more she thought about it, the heavier Yun Bilu's mood became. Her grip on the pen tightened, as if she was going to break it.
She had too many concerns. She didn't want to write. She really didn't want to write. She wanted to live well.
If she really didn't come back, would her family be able to bear it?
She had not met her parents yet, but every time she spoke to them on the phone, she could feel their intense fatherly and motherly love.
She really missed them.
And what about Huang yize?
He said that she was his only ray of sunlight. If she was no longer his sunlight, would he be in the dark again?
She didn't want Huang yize to be too violent and feel too burdened. She hoped that he could live a better life.
She also hoped that she could bring Huang yize happiness and not pain.
