While Qin Yan was looking for documents in his study, an envelope fell off the bookshelf. When he saw the words on it, his hands trembled involuntarily.

It was a suicide note, and the handwriting was Yun Nuan's.

His heart was pounding, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He breathed heavily and shakily opened the letter.

"Hello Qin Yan, who is opening this letter, I am Yun Nuan."

Greetings. I had intended to write this letter to you in the traditional way, but then I realized it wasn't a lucky letter, so I decided against it.

I have a premonition that I will leave this world soon, having traveled such a long distance from Huaxi Village to S City. I spent the happiest period of my life there.

I have friends, I have family, and most importantly, I have you. My life has taken on a new hue; before, it was the glaring white ceiling of a hospital, now it's a vast expanse of greenery before my eyes.

I'm broke, a bit poor. I'm writing this letter to ask if you could find me a decent coffin and a good burial plot when the time comes.

Ideally, you could find someone to burn some paper money for me during the Qingming Festival. Books say that after death, people go to another world. I don't know what will happen to me in that world. But I know that being without money is like being without life. Please, kindly, burn some for me.

I don't know when you'll see this letter. If you don't, that's fine too. A small coffin is fine. By then, you'll have forgotten who I am, and I can just go and collect other people's paper money.

I'm actually a bit selfish. I know my health isn't good and I can't stay with you for long, but I still want to cling to you. How sad will you be after I die? Well, it's a deal. You'll only be sad for a little while. After that, you'll pick yourself up and continue being the most amazing Qin Yan in the world.

First, I have no assets left behind, not to mention debts, which I cannot repay. Second, I feel very guilty for not being able to fulfill my promise to Qin Yan to live a long and healthy life with him, and I apologize for that.

Finally, Qin Yan, it was a pleasure to meet you. I don't think anyone would refuse Qin Yan, who is as warm as the sun. This time, I'll break my promise: if I became a star in the sky, I would come to see you every night.

The warmth of the clouds lingers.

She wrote whatever came to mind, her handwriting neat and square, as if she had copied the characters from a book. Qin Yan noticed the date at the end; it was written a year ago, before her surgery.

His heart, which had been pounding in his chest, finally settled, but after a short while, a wave of sadness washed over him again. He sat behind his desk for a long time, trying to calm himself, before standing up and looking at the spot where he had taken the letter.

The location seemed a bit odd, so he opened another book and found another envelope inside.

His brow furrowed, fearing it might be another suicide note. He took the envelope off; the letter was completely blank, without a single word written on it.

He opened the envelope; inside was a blank sheet of paper with only one line of text.

"I really like Qin Yan!"

That one sentence completely dispelled Qin Yan's previous mood, leaving only happiness. He looked at that line of text over and over again, to the point that he never tired of it.

So he logged onto Big Eyes again, and this was the first time he had posted an update since he directly admitted his relationship with Yun Nuan last time.

He added a heart emoji, then logged off and went to his WeChat Moments, so his friends, family, and online acquaintances all knew that Qin Yan was showing off his affection.

Xiao Yunli even came over to ask him about it.

Xiao Yunli: "Is it really you?"

Qin Yan: "It's Yun Nuan's man. What's the matter?"

Xiao Yunli: "You're a fucking pervert. It's unbelievable that you developed a love-struck brain after Tie Mu Kai Hua."

Qin Yan: "Those who are love-struck but can't have, and then fawn over her, lowering their own value, are called love-brained. I have a normal view of love, and Yun Nuan is worth it. I finally understand why you got dumped; you weren't innocent in being dumped."

Xiao Yunli: "Ugh, Qin Yan, do you have to bring this up every time? I know I was wrong, you're so smart, can you give me some advice?"

Qin Yan snorted coldly, his eyes full of smugness, but he quickly replied to messages.

“You can’t learn this, because Yun Nuan likes me, and I like her too. We have mutual feelings for each other, so this doesn’t apply to you.”

Xiao Yunli thought he deserved to die; he must have been out of his mind to ask Qin Yan. Qin Yan was known for his sharp tongue even back in their school days, but he'd toned it down considerably for work these past few years.

Now that copying it has the suspicion of being a liberator, he actually went out of his way to be ridiculed by him.

Xiao Yunli: "Don't get too cocky, or you'll lose your best man position."

Qin Yan: "We're still short one flower girl. Do you want to be one? Forget it, you're an eyesore."

Xiao Yunli: "!!! You've insulted me! I'm going to tell Yun Nuan on you, and you're about to lose me as a friend!"

Seeing that he was about to explode, Qin Yan, for the sake of his wedding and his best man, or perhaps because he still had some conscience, told Xiao Yunli some news.

"Guan Yaoyue's company has a partnership with the Qin family. If nothing unexpected happens, she will return next week to coordinate the work. How to proceed is up to you."

Xiao Yunli remained silent for a long time, and Qin Yan didn't disturb him, letting him think it over on his own. After carefully putting away both letters, he left the study and returned to his bedroom.

Yun Nuan was taking a nap; she had switched to lazy mode since the start of summer vacation. The entire Sandalwood Palace was quiet, as everyone was afraid of disturbing her rest.

One side of the bed sank in, and Qin Yan lay beside it, watching her, his eyes overflowing with love. Heaven had placed a treasure by his side, filling him with gratitude.

He got playful, gently pinched her cheek, and then whispered...

"Who taught you to put your suicide note and love letter together? You hit me with a stick and then give me a sweet treat, you little devil who tortures people."

Yun Nuan groaned softly in her sleep and raised her hand to slap the person disturbing her peaceful slumber. Qin Yan caught her hand and then squeezed it gently.

"However, I forgive you."

He removed the blanket she was holding, then held her in his arms as they fell asleep together. The room was quiet, their hands clasped tightly together.