Ruan Shiyan looked intently and saw a milky white edge.

It seems to be ...... Book?

She quickly lifted the pillow next to her and picked it up to see that it was really a book.

"The Rabble: A Study in the Psychology of the Masses? Is this the book I read? How swollen am I to dare to read such a book? ”

"No, the last two-thirds of this book are very new, and only the first third has traces of being read repeatedly, is it possible that I have only understood one-third of it after reading it for three years?"

Although this answer is a bit heart-wrenching, Ruan Shiyan feels closer to reality.

She lifted the book and sighed, and was about to open it to see what it contained, when an envelope fell out of it.

The envelope is light blue, the color is like the sky, and it is also like the sea, and there is no pattern on it, only five very simple words - Song Zehan personally opened.

She wrote it to her brother?

It should be, or it wouldn't be here.

But why didn't you send it out?

Ruan Shiyan took a deep breath, opened the envelope, and took out a piece of stationery of the same color as the envelope from inside.

When she opened it, the first sentence made her gasp.

[Brother, if you have the opportunity to see this letter, I must be no longer alive. 】

Ruan Shiyan: "??? ”

Why is this opening sentence so much like a suicide note?

"Did I know something was going to happen before I had an accident?"

[I know that you don't like to be quiet, and you hate everything related to sensationalism, and this is the last time I will say goodbye to you, so I chose this way that you will like. 】

"My brother's preferred way? So don't talk to me, write to me, is it some special fetish of his? ”

[Speaking from the heart, although my life is short, and I have experienced some twists and turns in the previous years, but since I reunited with you, I have never been wronged, so compared with many people, I am lucky, and I know very well that this luck is given by you.

Maybe God thought I was too lucky to enjoy it at once, so he dug such a big hole in front of me and pushed me down with his own hands.

You've been trying your best to pull me up, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to climb out of this pit.

If...... This time I really can't climb up, that's fate, I'm not sad, but it's a little regrettable that I couldn't find my true destiny, so I don't want you to be sad, I hope you can cherish the people in front of you, don't let your happiness be missed.

Okay, so be it, if you can, change me to be your sister in the next life and take care of you. 】

Ruan Shiyan's nose was sour, her eyes were red, and she slowed down for a while before rubbing the tip of her nose and putting down the letter paper.

"Is this really what I wrote? Why doesn't the handwriting look like it? Much better than I remember. ”

"But the content of this letter is quite similar to my experience, and it is sandwiched in my book, so it shouldn't be someone else's."

"Could it be...... During the time I had memory loss, I practiced the words? And this omission and the strange thing of waking up from the morgue are all related to the 'pit' mentioned in the letter? ”

Ruan Shiyan racked her brains and didn't figure out a reason, looking at it, it seems that there is only one problem that can be solved at the moment.

She took out her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Song Zehan.

Ruan Shiyan: [Brother, who is the person in front of you? 】

Looking at the meaning of that sentence, it looks like her brother already has someone he likes.

But the people in front of you ...... It can't really be that Yin Mengjiao, right?

Could it be that her brother is still a standard mouthful and upright?

Ruan Shiyan is brainstorming, Song Zehan's WeChat came back, and there was only one word that cherished the word like gold.

Song Zehan: [You. 】