Xu Xingguang shook her head and said, "Not family, just an acquaintance from the internet."
"I had a reader friend who had leukemia. He really loved my story, and during his chemotherapy hospital stays, he read my 'Guests on the Deserted Island' over and over again."
"Before he passed away, he wrote me a letter and sent it to my private messages on Weibo." Xu Xingguang stared at the blue sea outside the window, her eyes revealing a sorrowful expression.
"At that time, I had the intention of visiting him in West Continent City, but I happened to have an accident then and became a vegetable. After waking up, I forgot about it. Now, coming to West Continent City, I suddenly remembered him."
Xu Xingguang was a bit emotional, she murmured, "I want to go see him."
Bai Xi heard the story and felt a bit moved.
