Trembling hands shakily took it, and Ning Xixi asked with a quiver, "What is this?"
"He wrote it down in the ambulance on the day he was taken to the hospital..."
Ji's mother covered her face and wept, recalling the bloodied state of Ji Yebai that day, her shoulders involuntarily starting to shake.
"Luoluo, Yebai will be alright..." Ji's father took Ji's mother to sit down on the bench, softly comforting her, his eyes rimmed with red blood vessels.
"Open it and see what he wrote to you," said Yan Yichen gently.
Ning Xixi's fingertips trembled lightly, and it took her great effort finally to open the envelope.
Inside was a piece of notepaper torn off in haste, stained with dark brown blood.
[Don't cry, don't be scared, eat well, sleep well, study hard.
You and I, we part only in death, not in life.
Nothing but death can separate us.
If something happens to me, don't let it hinder your future—find someone who loves you, cherishes you, and treats you well to live happily.
