"I...I'm going to the restroom."
As soon as Fu Yanci opened the box, Ye Li's heart raced, and she got up and hid in the bathroom.
Xiao Bao blinked, then jumped off the chair with a curious look on his face and pounced on Fu Yanci's side.
Uncle, let me take a look.
Fu Yanci removed it, and it was no longer visible.
I could only vaguely make out the words "Dear Mr. Fu".
Wow, darling.
Xiao Bao smiled and hopped around for a while. Seeing that Fu Yanci had no intention of showing him anything, he puffed out his cheeks and went to knock on the bathroom door.
Dear Mr. Fu,
Happy birthday!
It's a bit of a shame that I only got to know you so late!
If I had met you sooner, I could have celebrated your birthday with you sooner and prepared a birthday gift for you!
Sixteen-year-old Ye Li will give you a painting she made, full of sincerity;
Seventeen-year-old Ye Li will give you a pair of gloves she knitted; they may be a little ugly, but they will definitely be warm.
Ye Li is 18 years old and already in college. Sending you a love letter shouldn't be too much to ask, right?
Ye Li, at 19, has been relentlessly pursuing you; she must have won you over by now, right? If I were to package myself as a gift and offer myself to you, you'd gladly accept it, wouldn't you?
At the age of 20, Ye Li became Mrs. Fu.
Mr. Fu, with you in my life, you are the sunshine, you are the rainy night, and you are the stars in the sky!
Hello Mr. Fu, I am Ye Li, the Ye Li who will spend the rest of my life with you.
Please take care of me for the rest of my life!
Ye Li
[PS: Fu Yanci, would you believe me if I said this was a love letter?]
[P.S.: This is my first time writing a love letter, so embarrassing! Fu Yanci, you're not allowed to laugh at me! Otherwise, I'll never write one again!]
It was only a few dozen lines long, and I finished reading it in the blink of an eye.
But Fu Yanci read every single word with particular care.
The Parisian sun was shining brightly at midday.
Beside the floor-to-ceiling window, Fu Yanci's deep, bright eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight.
After reading the last Photoshop edit, I suddenly stood up and walked to the bathroom door.
“Ah Li…”
Fu Yanci knocked softly on the door.
The voice that came from inside carried a hint of shy trepidation, "Fu Yanci, have you finished reading?"
"Ah Li, I'm coming in!"
I pushed the door open and locked it with a click as I closed it.
Outside the door, Xiao Bao blinked.
I know being a third wheel will be disliked, but isn't my uncle's dislike a little too obvious?
That's outrageous!!!
Then he remembered that he had repeatedly emphasized to his assistant before coming that the man was in the next private room, and that if the man got bored, he should go knock on the door and come find him to play.
At the time, I thought he was being nosy.
Now, Xiao Bao understood!
The adult world is truly only understood by adults!
With his little face puffed out in anger, Xiao Bao turned and went to the next room.
In the spacious bathroom, Fu Yanci looked at Ye Li, who was holding him with her head down, refusing to look up at him, her face as red as the morning glow he had seen outside the window that morning, her eyes shining brightly.
"Ah Li, is this a love letter you wrote to me? Ah Li?"
"……Um."
Ye Li responded with a buzzing sound, then simply buried her head in his chest, "Fu Yanci, I really can't think of anything else to give you. If you think it's too perfunctory, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Yanci interrupted her, "I like it very much!"
"Ah Li, Ah Li..."
Holding her tightly, Fu Yanci's chin rested against the girl's soft neck, his heart melting along with hers. "Ali..."
Sixteen-year-old Ali would give him a painting.
But she didn't know that he was far away at Harvard that year. He dreamed of her, but when he woke up, he didn't even dare to make a phone call.
He thought that time and space could isolate all longing, and also isolate his unspeakable desires.
But reality told him that not only did his desire not diminish at all, but because he was far away from the capital and far away from her, his possessiveness and longing spread like wildfire.
Countless times, he thought he should just snatch her away from Zhou Hechen.
But it's just a thought.
Ah Li, standing next to Zhou Hechen, smiled so brightly and beautifully.
If getting what he wants means hurting her, then he'd rather stay away.
18-year-old Ali is an adult, so sending him a love letter is not excessive.
But only the night knows how agonizing his longing was, penned stroke by stroke.
Fortunately, 20-year-old Ali became Mrs. Fu.
All the imperfections of the past seemed to be instantly made whole on this birthday because of Ali's handwritten love letter.
“Ah Li…”
The man's voice was hoarse, "This is the first love letter I've ever received, and also... the best gift I've ever received."
? ? ?
Ye Li was taken aback.
The embarrassment vanished.
"Fu Yanci, you're lying!"
The girl pushed him away, glaring at him with shy, watery eyes. "Young Master Lu said that when you were studying at Harvard, you received love letters by the sackful!"
"I'm not lying to you!"
Fu Yanci laughed, "Those ones, I haven't even opened them, they don't count! Ali, only what you wrote to me counts! ...Ali, only what I've read counts!"
"real?"
"real!"
First, there's myself with a bow tied in my hair.
Then came an unexpected love letter.
He lowered his head to kiss her and then held her tightly in his arms. Fu Yanci felt that this was the happiest birthday he had ever had in the past 29 years.
Have a meal.
shop.
Taking couple photos under the Eiffel Tower.
Drinking the same Mojito at a roadside pub.
Through the dappled light filtering through the glass window, one could see her looking at the scenery, while Fu Yanci was looking at her.
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