Halfway through the letter, Leng Ono had already guessed who wrote the letter.

But when she saw the signature "your friend", her heart still rose with a sullen emotion.

That guy is actually very similar to Huangfu Yaoyang, he was very lonely from childhood to adulthood, and he didn't even have a friend.

The date on this letter was obviously written when Sikong Yue was still in country A, and the gift was probably prepared at that time.

Leng Xiaoye could imagine that his original plan - to take her to Africa to pay tribute to Shura, he originally planned to see the world in a down-to-earth manner.

It's just a pity that he never had a chance again.

"Yes...... The moon is dark. ”

Leng Xiaoye handed over the letter and handed it to Huangfu Yaoyang on the side.

Taking the letter and looking at it, Huangfu Yaoyang raised his eyebrows, handed the letter to her again, reached out and rubbed her hair, he kissed her face soothingly.

Leng Xiaoye looked at him sideways, "I can ...... Keep this letter? ”

"Of course." Huangfu Yaoyang's face was calm, "But...... We're going to have breakfast. ”

She lifted the quilt and got up, and put the letter on the cabinet with the music box, and the man came up and took him by the arm.

"Let's go, I'm going to see what breakfast my husband has prepared for me!"

The two of them walked to the door together, and she turned her face to look at the wooden horse that was still spinning.

Sunlight falls from the surface of the sea, refracted into the room layer by layer, and is projected on the wooden horse.

Leng Ono took a light breath and withdrew his gaze.

You will definitely go to heaven.

……

……

Thousands of miles away.

Africa, Nairobi, the capital of Kenya.

Outside the half-old ward, several black police officers were discussing Sikong Yueming's condition with the doctor.

"He had some blows to the head, a noticeable concussion, and some bruising...... These may be the reasons why he has not been sober. ”

"And when will he wake up?" Police: Inquiry.

The doctor shrugged, "No one knows, maybe soon, maybe a few days, or more." ”

The two police officers were also a little helpless.

The people of National Geographic took Sikong Yueming away from the grassland and sent him to the nearest hospital for treatment, but because he was so badly injured that the hospital had to transfer him to the capital's senior hospital for treatment.

He was told that he had a gunshot wound and the doctor called the police.

But these days, he has been in a coma, plus one side of his face is injured, and now his face is still covered with gauze, and even his face cannot be determined, and the police are powerless to do anything about his identity.

"Anyway, let's take a good look at him now, the guy who is covered in scars and has a gun hole will definitely not be a good person." A police officer said.

"That's all there is to it now." Superintendent shrugged his shoulders, "If he wakes up, please call us!" ”

"Okay." The doctor immediately agreed.

When the three of them left, the doctor walked into the ward and explained to the nurse, "His condition has stabilized now, if he is awake at any time, call the police, this guy may not be a good person, you should be more careful." ”

"Okay."

The nurse said yes, and the doctor walked out of the room.

As soon as the two left, Sikong Yue's eyelashes on the hospital bed trembled slightly, and a pair of eyes slowly opened.

His pink eyes turned and landed on the busy nurse, who narrowed slightly.

"Where is this?"

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