As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed her bag and hurried out of the hotel lobby. After turning a corner, her figure disappeared.
When leaving, Tang Ye heard her mutter something. Although she was a bit far away, he still heard it.
"Who still writes letters these days…?"
Shaking his head, in just a blink of an eye, there were not many people left in the hotel, only a few employees at the front desk, the couch for guests, and a display case nearby, leaving him alone there.
He looked at the envelope in his hand, checked it, and the wax seal was not broken, meaning that Bill had not seen this letter yet. He opened the envelope, took out the letter inside, and upon reading it, found that it contained only a few lines of text.
[I don't know if this letter will end up in your hands eventually or what the outcome will be. I can only pray to God it does. If you are reading this, do not wonder why this letter has found its way to you, as I have my ways.]
