She fumbled for the study light and switched it on.
On the desk stood a bouquet of lilies. The petals had wilted a little, but their fragrance lingered, mingling with the scent of the roses in the hallway and filling the room.
Roses and lilies.
Wang Xiaoliang's heart was right there among them.
Wei Zijin felt her nose sting again.
The weight on her heart had lifted.
Beside the flowers lay a small notebook, with a sheet of A4 paper underneath it, faceup and densely covered in writing.
She snatched it up.
Wang Xiaoliang had always had beautiful penmanship, every stroke full of strength.
"Zijin: my darling wife, my dearest love, my heavenly beauty of a sweetheart, hello."
Wei Zijin smiled.
At the same time, her tears fell.
She nodded and kept reading without even wiping them away.
"By the time you read this love letter, I should already be in Fucheng. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not hiding from you; there really is something I need to do. Liu Xinyu is in a difficult position right now. Uncle Liu is critically ill, Qingyu has signs of a threatened miscarriage, and he's stuck in Singapore. There aren't many people at the company he can trust, so he asked me to help him for six months and wrap up a small company's business."
Wei Zijin bit her lip, her fingers tightening on the edge of the paper.
No wonder his phone wasn't connecting. He must be on the plane.
Six months? That's far too long!
"Heaven has always smiled on us. From dating to living together to getting married, everything has gone smoothly. Some time apart might be good, too. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all. I'm ashamed to say that after all this time together, I've never