[Stubborn Jiang Youming:
How are you?
I am fine.
Have you been thinking about me lately?
I'm not thinking about you.
Okay, I was thinking...
"..."
Wish
I will become an official angel and meet you as soon as possible.
——Thinking of your angel
——... The two thousand years after your death]
The letter passed through the gaps in the golden clouds, flying and falling.
I am sending this letter to the human world.
Intention: Memories