Chen Huaying's straightforward way seemed to tear open a bloody wound within a few words. Liu Yilan's vision was filled with blood red, and she even thought she was having a nightmare.
She rubbed her cheeks and pinched herself hard, realizing the pain brought her back to a bit of calm.
'I am very sad, we are all very sad. Wu Youli said not to tell you, everyone didn't want you to be sad with us. But I think we still need to tell you, you have the right to know! I'm sorry, I made you sad, but everyone says time can heal all wounds. In the future, we will be okay, and you will be better.'
'Your closest teammate—Chen Huaying.'
Liu Yilan finished reading the letter, lifted her head blankly to look at her classmates surrounding her.
"For you." A red-haired girl shyly handed her a brand-new handkerchief. Then made a wiping gesture.
