Now......

It's more important to deal with the important business at hand.

Avoiding his burning gaze, she turned her head to look at the wooden box on the coffee table.

Inside the wooden box was only a yellowed, blank sheet of paper.

As he took the yellowed paper out of the wooden box and was about to hand it to Zhang Youye, he noticed a white letter at the bottom of the box out of the corner of his eye.

In my memory, there were no letters under the paper. Could it be that my father left it?

Shu Yi quickly stuffed the paper into Zhang Youye's hand and took out the letter.

The envelope was white with black lettering, clearly displaying three large characters: "To my daughter."

"My dad actually left me a letter."

Her eyes reddened rapidly without her even realizing it, and Shu Yi's voice trembled slightly; even the palm of her hand holding the letter trembled.

"I always thought he didn't have time to leave me anything. It turns out he did leave me a letter."

With a sudden pang of anxiety, he pulled the trembling girl into his arms and gently comforted her. Zhang Youye whispered softly in her ear.

"Take a look at what Dad told you, and I'll show you the words on this marriage contract."

"Are there really words on this? Why did our ancestors make it so complicated?" Shu Yi couldn't believe it.

“I heard my grandfather say that our ancestors did this for two reasons: first, to make it easier to preserve, and second, because it was fun. I guess it was to show future generations how amazing they were, so they deliberately made it into this kind of wordless marriage contract.”

To cheer her up, Zhang Youye relaxed his tone.

“I told my grandfather back then that people in those days were really bored out of their minds, they could even make so many fun out of something like a marriage contract.”