The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

At this moment, a servant walked out tremblingly. She found an envelope from the drawer and handed it to the priest with trembling hands.

"Young Master, this is what the young lady left for you..."

The priest's eyes moved slightly, and he slowly turned his head to look at the letter, and after hesitating for a long time, he stretched out his hand to receive it.

Everyone knows that this is probably Si Xue's suicide note.

The priest took out the letter paper and spread the letter slowly.

The pen is clear and juan, but the handwriting is somewhat crooked.

"brother.

When you read this letter, I should have already left.

Recently, I have often dreamed of the appearance of heaven, where there is a light blue sky, and the clouds are not stained. I also see the gorgeous morning light at sunrise and the red clouds at sunset...

I can finally see the colors again.

I can still dance between the sky, and fairies sing around me. They sing the song that Wan Qing taught me.

You are waiting for me in the depths of time, listening to the singing, I am at the end of a floating life, telling that song of heaven...

Sorry, late late.

I came to the end of the floating life one step ahead of everyone, and came with your singing, but please don't come to me.

I want you to live well, I want you to sing more natural songs, I want you to be on the music scene, I want you to live on with my dreams and leave the singing...

I will look at you in heaven, waiting for you to recover, help me dance a dance and sing a song on the stage, and then sing the song "Teana", okay?

So... brother.

I am really sorry to make such a decision in private, and I hope to donate my heart to Wan Qing.

In this way, it can keep beating!

It will also bring a little memory that belongs to me, allowing me to accompany Wan Qing in another way, watching her help me realize the wishes that I could not realize in my lifetime.

Brother, please don't refuse me... We owe her this, she shouldn't lie in the hospital, shouldn't come to heaven to find me.

Actually, you still want to listen to my heartbeat, right?

So, please keep that heart. "

The priest squeezed the letter tightly, rubbed the handwriting on the letter paper lightly with his fingertips, reflected in the brilliant sunshine, and found that there were a few unfinished lines on the back.

He turned over the letter paper.

"Yes, brother, can you not cremate me?

I know this is not environmentally friendly, but I am really afraid that the fire will burn my eyes and burn my legs.

On the way to heaven, I will be scared...

Autographed by Si Xue. "

After reading this suicide note, the priest suddenly held the letter paper tightly in his hand and kneaded it into a ball of paper.

The eye sockets gradually turned red, so he closed his eyes.

The maid tremblingly said, "Young Master, this letter was made by the young lady who asked me to hold her hand and help her finish it together... She said that there is nothing else besides this letter and the heart. I left it for you."

Upon hearing this, the priest tightened the letter paper in his hand.

But after holding it for a long time, perhaps because he calmed down, he unfolded the letter again and smoothed it out as much as possible.

Then, put it back in the envelope carefully.

"I see." The priest said hoarsely.

He raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Bo with scarlet eyes, "What did you just say? Repeat it."

Ye Shengkun and Shen Jingshu looked at each other.

In their eyes, a little light suddenly lit up at the same time, and almost desperate hearts rekindled hope.

"I said...Miss Mu needs this heart, and the result of matching Miss Si with her has come out, which is more successful."