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In this ever-changing world, the only wish that can remain is:
May you and all those you cherish be forever safe, healthy, happy, and prosperous.
In front of someone he trusted, Ye Bingran had a lot to say. He thought of many blessings, but unfortunately, he was exhausted and had no strength left to write a single word. With each stroke of the pen, he left behind ellipses that pierced through the paper, expressing his endless wishes for Zheng Mengni.
After hastily reading through the note, Zheng Mengni lifted her gaze coldly to see Sun Yao, who had fainted in Zheng Yicheng's arms. She quickly folded the letter and stuffed it into her bag, striding towards them. Her heart suddenly raced, unable to think about what Ye Bingran meant in his letter.
As she held Sun Yao's hand, she dialed for an ambulance. Looking at Sun Yao again, her mind was in turmoil. The once beautiful and gentle woman had transformed in an instant into someone incredibly worn down, her tear-streaked face devoid of color.
After the examination at the hospital, the doctor reassured them that Sun Yao was merely overwhelmed with grief and that with proper rest and emotional stability, she would be fine. They could rest easy.
In the hospital room, Zheng Mengni picked up the phone that lay by the bed. Holding Sun Yao's hand, she used her fingerprint to unlock it and opened the voice message left by Ye Bingran. Tilting her head slightly, she pressed the phone to her ear while silently gazing at Sun Yao's haggard face.
She had thought he was always pretending to be good; she never imagined he was genuinely kind. Even on the brink of death, he still found ways to cheer up those who were alive. Wasn't Ye Bingran borrowing someone else's body to steal life? Yet he still cared so deeply for those who were not even related to him.
Zheng Mengni set down the phone, feeling the need to distract herself. She picked up a fruit knife and began peeling an apple with focus. Just as she had peeled halfway through, Sun Yao opened her eyes. Her eyes were still very red but no longer filled with heart-wrenching tears as before.
Zheng Mengni stared at her without moving.
Sun Yao suddenly curved the corners of her eyes, her voice hoarse: "I’m fine, don’t worry."
Zheng Mengni set the apple down and handed Sun Yao a cup of warm water that she had prepared earlier. She adjusted the bed to a suitable height and, after placing a pillow for her, helped her drink.
After setting the cup aside, Zheng Mengni cut the peeled apple into small pieces and brought it to Sun Yao's lips, finally speaking the first words she had uttered during this long time. "Mom, I'm still here."
On the day of Ye Bingran's funeral, the solemn and dignified hall was filled with guests coming to pay their respects, all prominent figures in society.
Since the day Ye Bingran had been summoned, this was his only and final ceremony, grander than any before.
Zheng Mengni clasped her hands in front of her and gazed from afar at the portrait hanging in the center.
In the black-and-white photograph, Ye Bingran wore his signature smile, relaxed yet noble.
Every moment they had shared suddenly played back in slow motion in Zheng Mengni's mind. From their first meeting at the amusement park to the day of the explosion, countless details hinted to her that what she saw was not all there was.
Remembering the letter he left behind, those striking black-and-white eyes seemed to say: "Until we meet again."
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