The three characters "Xing Qianli" were written very beautifully on the envelope on the floor. Jiang Ling's handwriting was extremely ugly, but Xing Qianli's name was the only one that was written very beautifully. This was the result of her serious practice thousands of times. Xing Qianli picked up the letter on the ground, held it in his arms and returned to the room. He accidentally tripped over a stool and did not get up. He sat there blankly, clutching the letter to his chest, his eyes dull, as if he had lost his soul. Xing Qianli smiled bitterly, and the tears couldn't stop flowing out as he smiled. Jiangling, you deserve to die, you deserve it, you deserve it. But why, why am I so sad? I should be happy. Jiangling, why do you torture me even after you die?
Purpose: Life advice, be sure to clarify any misunderstandings.