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As Ye Bingran became aware that his life was nearing its end, his first reaction was to plead with the police at the detention center not to reveal the news of his death to the Zheng Family today. Just one more day—one day would be enough. Zheng Mengni's birthday should never become his day of mourning.
Although Sun Yao was not Ye Bingran's biological mother, he had come to feel that she was an emotional person during their time together. If he were to die on Zheng Mengni's birthday, every year on this day thereafter would force Sun Yao into the painful dilemma of whether to celebrate her daughter's birthday or mourn her death. He did not want to put Sun Yao in such a difficult position, nor did he wish to ruin Zheng Mengni's happiest day.
The police did not explicitly agree to his request, leaving Ye Bingran anxious and furrowing his brow as he breathed his last. When the Zheng Family hurried over, the police handed out the letters Ye Bingran had left behind, but only Zheng Mengni's was handwritten; the others were recordings.
Zheng Mengni wrapped her fur coat tightly around herself and unfolded the neatly stacked sheets of paper. She slowly lowered her eyelashes as she read the crooked handwriting, which was so messy that she had to squint several times just to decipher each word. It was easy to imagine how difficult and painful it must have been for Ye Bingran to write this letter.
Dear Xiao Ni,
I hope this letter finds you well! I’m sorry; I’m a bit nervous. It feels strange calling you that for the first time, haha. As I write this letter, I feel like I might break my promise, and honestly, I’m a little scared.
I can’t meet you tomorrow as we planned. Please don’t be angry or sad; precious time shouldn’t be spent mourning those who have already left us. My death came suddenly, but I will take care of my parents; you don’t need to worry about anything.
This letter is meant solely for you. After reading it, please make sure to destroy it because what I’m about to say might sound unbelievable.
So, let me formally introduce myself: I am also named Ye Bingran—a proper boy—fortunate enough to share a name with your sister. I will turn twelve this December, a Sagittarius, standing at 1.75 meters tall and weighing 70 kilograms, born in the Year of the Tiger.
In my brief life, I’ve experienced both despair and moments of triumph. I died in a car accident and unexpectedly borrowed your sister’s body for half a year. Recently, due to circumstances beyond my control while sharing your bed and pillow, I hope you won’t think me frivolous.
"Look here, don't be afraid. Your sister is living well in another world, carefree and without pain.
The conversation outside the restaurant was something I intentionally let you overhear. I'm sorry for making a dull joke.
Hello, of course this isn't just a way to be nice; I sincerely believe there won't be anyone better than you. I’m sure that if your sister could meet you, she would share the same sentiment.
So neither she nor I have ever thought of hurting you, nor would we ever want to drive you out of this home. But I must admit that what I said was utterly wrong. I don’t expect you to change your opinion of me; I only hope you can let go of all your worries and move forward.
As for me, life and death seem endless; it sounds a bit dramatic. But don’t worry, I’m not really dead. It’s possible that, like last time, my soul has moved into another body.
If I can’t come back, please don’t worry about me. Those who have done many bad deeds are likely to end up in hell; I’ll take my share of that burden for you, so that when the time comes, you can go to heaven.
If I do manage to come back and find you, please don’t find me annoying. I have quite a talent for sports; perhaps I could apply to be your bodyguard.
I’m not good at expressing my feelings, but every word here comes from the bottom of my heart. Before meeting you, my world was very barren; any joy I felt was merely the satisfaction from schemes coming to fruition.
The saying 'the higher you stand, the harder you fall' is indeed true. Just when I hadn’t had enough arrogance at the peak, I unexpectedly met my end and became a stranger of another gender—how ridiculous!
I had been myself for twenty-six years, and suddenly having to become someone else is terrifying and unacceptable; the world turned dark in an instant.
But when you came close to me, even the corners where light couldn’t reach were filled with color, and everything along the endless road began to shine.
I suddenly felt that this is how it should be. It doesn’t matter who becomes whom anymore. The only regret is that I couldn’t say goodbye to you in person."
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