Feng Guang asked, "Do you know who sent it?"
"The postman brought it to the front desk."
She saw the postmark on the envelope, and the date of mailing was half a month ago. A strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart. How did the sender know that she would be at this hotel in half a month?
The waiter left quickly. She closed the door and, with a strange feeling, opened the envelope. Inside was a letter; the handwriting was neat and elegant, pleasing to the eye. The content was rather bland:
Fengguang, was work hard today? Is your cold from a while ago much better? Maybe you don't need to work so hard and can get some rest. I don't want to see you in the hospital.
Today, the view outside my window is beautiful, the sun is warm, and the wind sounds lovely. However, nothing sounds as nice as your voice. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is unpleasant. But I will think back to the day you fell into my arms. Just recalling your scent makes me forget many of my troubles. I tell myself that I will be discharged soon, and when I get better, I will go to see you and tell you how much I love you.
Even if the chance I'm talking about is extremely slim, it doesn't matter. You said that people always need hope to live, and you are my hope.
I overheard the doctor standing quietly outside the door telling my parents that my condition was very serious and that it might be time to prepare for the worst. But I didn't want to give up. "You haven't even met me yet, how can I just die like this?"
The treatment process is painful, and living in fear of death every day is also painful. The patient in the next room passed away yesterday. He had been in a coma for many days and finally couldn't hold on any longer. I am a little sad because I can no longer find anyone to tell about my longing for you. But it doesn't matter. Since I can't find anyone to tell, writing to you now is the same.
You're filming "The Lost Dreams of an Ancient City" in an ancient town now, right? How is it? Do you like the scenery there?
I know you don't like tragedies, but I believe you can act well in this drama. I've read the book once, and everything is great, except for the kissing scene between the male and female leads. But that's okay, you never film kissing scenes, so I'm at ease.
I've heard that many girls like Yu Shu, but I know very well that you won't like him, since your ideal type is a gentle and considerate man.
Fengguang, I will treat you very gently. When we officially meet, will you like me?
—Yours, Mr. A
After reading the letter, Feng Guang felt a chill run down his spine. The language was very plain, and the writer seemed to be communicating with someone he had known for a long time. Yet, he also clearly stated that she did not know him.
Feng Guang is a public figure who has participated in many interview programs, so it's not difficult to learn about her preferences. However, the fact that she had a cold recently is something that no media outlet has reported on.
She clutched the letter in her hand and went out. She found Liu Han's room, where Liu Han was applying a face mask. When she opened the door and saw Feng Guang rushing around in a panic, she was startled. "What's wrong?"
"Sister Hanhan, look!" She took out the letter.
Liu Han didn't read the contents of the letter, because she knew what it was about just by looking at the envelope. She frowned, "Why is it this kind of letter again? And this time it was even delivered to you."
"Sister Hanhan, what do you mean?" Feng Guang asked in surprise. "You mean... this person has sent me many letters before this?"
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