"...Is it really okay?"
Yan Xiaye hesitated, furrowing her brows as she looked at the envelope in her hand, unsure of what to do.
Li Yuntang took the letter from her hand, folded it, and tucked it into her pocket, his voice deep and commanding: "Just be good and do as I say."
If in the future he were to truly lose his memory, as the doctor predicted, it would be an immense loss for him.
Because of this, he thought about it for a long time last night and finally came up with this solution, writing a letter to another version of himself.
The handwriting on the paper was his own, something he could recognize even after recovering; even if he couldn't immediately trust it, it would serve its purpose.
"Okay, I understand."
Nodding her little head in agreement, Yan Xiaye imagined the expression on the familiar Li Yuntang's face when he received the letter, unable to hold back a slight smile: "I'm curious about what you wrote in it, can you give me a hint?"
