In the office, Han Jifeng sat on the sofa previously occupied by Lai Shengxia, his gaze lingering on the bareheaded photo on the edge of the coffee table.
In the photo, the girl was wearing a white school uniform with a blue collar, her hair tied in a ponytail with stray strands tucked behind her ears. Her skin was pale, and as she faced the cara, she seed unaccustod—not smiling as other girls would during a photo shoot. Instead, she had her lips slightly pursed, but she was sitting up straight.
Such a photo was not unfamiliar to Han Jifeng.
In his dreams, it was this very sa bareheaded photo that was used on Tang Li’s tombstone.
It was like a warning, alerting him of the striking overlaps between his dreams and reality.
Han Jifeng had already seen the news about Tang Li on the internet beforehand, just as Lai Shengxia had described.
If there was anything in reality that didn’t match his dreams, it would be Tang Li. She no longer visited the Han Family to see Qin Yueru; instead, she had beco an actress.
Tang Li was the only variable he had dread of.
He reached out and picked up the photo.
Not in black and white, the girl’s features instantly beca more vivid.
Upon closer inspection, or after a few more glances, she actually didn’t resemble Lai Shengxia that much. Aside from an initial similarity, upon further inspection, the two had completely different styles.
Han Jifeng looked at the photo, and so scenes played out in his mind like black and white film strips—scenes he had dreamt of not long ago.
After Tang Li’s death, the first and only ti he set foot in the villa she lived alone in after her burns, the dim house felt hollow and lifeless.
While sorting through her belongings, he found an iron box in the attic.
Inside the box, apart from a few small items, there were also three letters.
They were letters Tang Li wrote to him on their wedding anniversaries.
Even in his dreams, Han Jifeng rembered clearly the contents of those letters.
The first letter was from their first wedding anniversary. Tang Li wrote it ticulously, without a single typo, and she used punctuation so cautiously, as if she had practiced it countless tis.
[Dear Mr. Han:
Please allow to address you in this way. It’s been 365 days since we got married. On this significant day, there are so things I want to tell you.
I am very grateful that you chose to be your life partner.
I once read a saying in a book: Marriage is an investnt, so people are worth investing in, while others depreciate over ti.
I don’t trust my own judgnt that much. Sotis, the eyes can easily deceive the heart, but I believe in Mr. Han, I believe in my husband, that one day, he will beco an outstanding politician.
Fairy Zixia said in the movie, her dream man is a hero who will co to marry her on a cloud of seven colors.
I think a hero does not necessarily have to be a martial arts expert. To , Mr. Han is also a hero-like figure; he is filial, hardworking, responsible, and helps old ladies cross the street. I am luckier than Fairy Zixia, as Mr. Han took ho early, and I want to tell Mr. Han that I will continue to work hard to beco a woman who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
^_^]
Tang Li took a two-day rest in the Capital and then followed the photography society of "XL" magazine to Tokyo, Japan on Thursday afternoon.
On Wednesday evening, she called Song Jingtian to send Zhang Qifeng’s autographed photo to Songlin Garden.
The little guy, leading his Corgi, ca to pick up the photo at the entrance of the community. When he saw Tang Li, his expression was all awkward, and two bodyguards followed behind him.
After Song Baiyan beca the President, the personal security of his family mbers also beca a top priority.
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