An Hao managed a faint smile, "There's hardly any news that can excite me to death anymore. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless someone tells me Qin Jian isn't dead!" An Hao said in a muffled voice.
"Good. Then I'll tell you now. Listen closely, Qin Jian—he isn't dead!" Yan Ye emphasized the last two words specially.
Upon hearing this, An Hao was stunned at first, as if she had been petrified.
"What? Don't you believe me?" Yan Ye said as he pulled a letter from his pocket. "Take a look for yourself, then you'll believe me. An Hao, I would never lie to you, nor would I joke about something like this."
Hearing Yan Ye's words, An Hao's head buzzed loudly.
She hurriedly tore open the envelope, her hands even trembling a bit.
As the familiar phrases on the letter paper caught An Hao's eyes, tears instantly blurred her vision, the content becoming more and more familiar.
The words on this paper revealed Qin Jian's earnest longing and his eager hope for reunion.
