Return to before death

On Wednesday, under a gloomy sky, Yan Ran returned home dejectedly, clutching a cardboard box containing her husband's belongings.

After leaving the police station, she got out of the car halfway there and walked home.

She knew she needed to calm down, and she hoped she could calm down on this short but not too long stretch of road.

Her husband, Zong Zhengqing, left, but she still has her daughter.

She must be a strong support for their daughter.

From the moment she entered the house until she went upstairs, Yan Ran held her husband's belongings tightly in her arms.

She sat down at her desk and opened a cardboard box containing all the things her husband, Zong Zhengqing, had kept on the day he left. She had taken care of everything for him herself.

The custom-made cuffs she chose for him, the tie clip she carefully selected, the pen, the watch, the phone… and…

ring……

The wedding ring inside the transparent OPP bag, a ring that perfectly matches the one on her ring finger…

Tears, instantly collapsed.

Yan Ran's hand gripping the ring tightened slowly, her whole body trembling.

To this day, she has accepted the fact that her husband has left her. However, what she cannot forgive is that three whole months have passed, and the truth of the shooting case has vanished like a stone sinking into the sea. The murderer is still at large, and the police keep saying they are investigating, but they have found nothing.

Did her husband die in vain?

Knock, knock, knock. Yan Ran hurriedly wiped away her tears and let them in.

As soon as Aunt Zhang opened the door, she carefully placed the letter in her hand on the table. "Young Madam, this is a letter that just arrived from the post office."

Yan Ran nodded, and after Aunt Zhang left, she took the letter in her hand. She frowned slightly when she saw the address. There was no sender's name? It was sent from Lhasa?

It is the Buddhist temple where Master Laiguo passed away.

Master Laiguo passed away half a month ago. It is said that Master Laiguo had given her a lot of comfort after her mother passed away, but when he passed away, she was so immersed in grief that she did not go to pay her respects.

Slender, jade-like fingers slowly opened the envelope, revealing a plain white letter with the woman's elegant handwriting.

Yan Ran: Due to various reasons and helplessness, I cannot tell you my true identity, but please believe every word I am about to say.

I know that Zhengqing's sudden departure was a huge blow to you. You loved him very much and even had suicidal thoughts, but I also know that you will get through this period and everything will be alright.

Yan Ran, we are human, not gods. It is gods, not you, who can change the course of fate.

I don't know when this letter will reach you, but if one day you meet God, please believe that what fate gives you is the best. Do nothing, pay no attention to anything, and fate will proceed according to its predetermined path.

Zhengqing is gone, but in the future you will meet someone who loves you more and is more worthy of your love. Then you will have him, you, your daughter Tangtang, and happiness.

However, if you insist on fighting against fate, you will lose the most important thing in your life.

That's all I can say. Please believe in my utmost sincerity, and please move forward bravely, carrying with you the memories and nostalgia for the past. And please, never look back.

Finally, if you meet a man named Sheng Xuanling, try to stay away from him if possible, because he will suffer because of you...

The letter was unfinished; the handwriting was delicate but messy, clearly showing how nervous and flustered the person who wrote it was, not to mention the few dried, blackened drops of blood on the last few drops of paper.

Yan Ran couldn't understand the contents of the letter, nor did she know what it meant to encounter a god. However, she clearly and strongly felt the sincerity of the person who wrote the letter. She read the contents of the letter three more times, but was still completely confused. So she casually stuck the letter inside the book "The End of Eternity" next to her.

"Mommy."

With a sweet cry of "Mommy!", four-year-old Tangtang broke free from Zong Zhengjing's large hand at the door and quickly rushed into Yan Ran's arms.

Yan Ran smiled warmly, pulled Tangtang into her arms, and pinched her chubby little face. "Why are you back so early today?"

"Tangtang wants to stay with Mommy."

"You're just so good with words."