My dear, do you believe in heaven? If you do, then you should believe that I'm here, watching over you every day. I miss you, I miss our son, you must be happy and joyful every day.
In just a few short lines, a new hope was given to Xia Yanxin. Could it be that Long Yutian had sent this? In an instant, a frenzied joy surged in her heart.
No, she didn't believe in heaven, she didn't believe that there's a soul after death. The fact that she could receive his flowers, receive his text messages, only meant one thing—he was alive.
But then again, on second thought, it didn't seem right. If he really were alive, why wouldn't he come to see her?
From the excitement just now to slowly calming down, there was another layer of doubt in her heart. Yes, what reason would he have for not coming to see her?
After much consideration, she decided to share this matter with Monica and ask him to help her figure out the origin of the text message number...
