Gong Shirao furrowed her brows as she looked at the prompt on the page, thought for a moment, and reached out to press 'continue'.
Immediately, a page resembling a notebook was opened.
Ou Yimo had the habit of keeping a diary.
Could this be her diary?
Zhan Nanjue wanted to close it.
But Gong Shirao said, "Little brother, this seems to be a letter written to you."
"..." Zhan Nanjue's finger paused slightly. "Let's not read it," he said.
"But it seems like she wrote it for you," Gong Shirao said.
Perhaps this is what they call a final letter?
The deceased should be respected.
Since we've seen it, we should at least respect the deceased.
Gong Shirao handed the phone back to Zhan Nanjue.
Zhan Nanjue hesitated for a moment, then opened it to take a look.
Indeed, it was written by Ou Yimo for him—
'Azhan, will you ever have a chance to see this letter?'
'Perhaps you will never read it.'
'Will you remember that I had a habit of keeping a diary?'
