[The envelope was sent by the postman, you thought it was some kind of invitation or invoice. The moment you get the letter, you know that you were wrong. 】

[The center of the envelope is bulging, and the rest is very thin, and by the feel, you can guess that there is a piece of silk cloth and a thin piece of stationery in it.] 】

[Chiju Kazumi is not at home, she went to a club for the elderly an hour ago, these highly educated old ladies, suddenly became interested in the education of children in the orphanage, and often went to work as a volunteer teacher, and last month, she also took you to a music lesson. 】

[Chiju Yimei was more wooden when she was young, often alone, and now her hair is gray, and she is enthusiastic about socializing, on the contrary, you are now in addition to communicating with other friends of the same age who have the right to speak in the industry, and you are too lazy to write a word or say a word with others. 】

[You should not have a letter sent to you, but your name is indeed written on the letter.] You suspect that Chiju Kazumi participated in some event and left your name, and the letter was actually sent to her. 】

[After a moment's hesitation, you decide to open it and take a look.] 】

Nan Yuki closed his eyes, and the memory scene appeared under his closed eyelids.

In the middle of winter, the faint morning light shone on the bare bushes in the garden, and the aged Minami Yuki walked slowly to the pavilion, sat down at the round table, and tore open the envelope with her wrinkled palms.

Inside the envelope, a transparent sealed bag wrapped two things, a piece of stationery and a handkerchief.

Although the handkerchief is white, the corners are badly worn.

Over the years, Nan Yuki has touched a lot of high-end fabrics, and as soon as he gets his hands on it, he knows that this is a bargain.

He didn't recognize the handkerchief for a while, but when he unfolded it and saw the word "Nan" embroidered in the corners with thin blue thread, he suddenly remembered that this was the handkerchief he had given to a woman more than forty years ago.

After sixty years, he can still press the keys, pluck the strings, and raise the pipes steadily, and his hands tremble in the eastern sun.

Folding the handkerchief and putting it back in the sealed bag, he took out the letter paper and unfolded it.

A slightly messy handwriting appeared in front of him.

"I'm sorry."

At the beginning of the letter, a sudden lonely apology appeared on the paper.

This didn't soften Nan Yuxi's heart in the slightest, but made him complain even more.

Since you chose to leave, what letter is you sending now? What apologies?

"Last week, the staff of the power club came again and urged me to pay the long-overdue bills. My last money was to buy a blanket, and I'm running out of water."

Minami Yuki frowned, he didn't expect that Nao Asano's later life would fall into such a situation. In the previous Sims, her savings were enough for both of them to age. Have you been deceived by someone else? Or is it spent indiscriminately?

He doesn't mind supporting Nao Asano materially, or rather, he can't wait to use this as a reason to have Nao Asano appear in front of him.

The emotions of forty years ago have been buried in the corners of my heart by more than forty winter snowfalls, and the snowdrifts are thick and solid. But the moment I saw the handkerchief, the cold snow that had accumulated for most of my life had melted silently.

He looked eagerly down, wanting to see an address, a contact information.

"I didn't buy a new clothes, I didn't buy a new piece of furniture, games, comics and novels didn't buy anymore 40 years ago. I resell what I used to have, I resell what my grandmother left me, I don't dare to sell it piece by piece, you know what kind of torture it is for me. I asked a store that collected second-hand goods, packed them and sold them.

I didn't have the money to pay the electricity bill, and three days ago, at the tail end of that cold spell, the electricity company cut off the electricity in my house.

I light a candle and write this letter to you on a table as cold as ice. My body was icy, my temples were swollen, and I was tormented to write such a letter with such stiff muscles and such a dull brain.

But if I don't write to you, what else can I do? You were my everything, and you are my everything!"

Minami Yuki turned up the collar of her coat, the cold wave has passed, but the temperature is still very low, especially on cold and windy nights. He couldn't imagine what kind of chill he had to endure without electricity and air conditioning to survive these days.

He tried to grab Nao Asano's collar and ask her why she hadn't written earlier.

"I didn't want to bother you, but you who are reading this letter may be full of anger, maybe you don't care, maybe you have forgotten me as a person. Your anger burns on my heart, your indifference grieves me, and your oblivion denies the meaning of my existence.

But I have to write this letter, you are my last hope, I am floating in the sea of suffering, only you can pull me.

I'm going to tell you everything, and I'm not going to explain what you already know, my physical condition doesn't allow me to write too much, and every time I write a paragraph, I have to stand up and rub my body warm.

I still vividly remember that you came to the apartment behind my house at 3 p.m. on March 25. You're coming alone, carrying a big gray duffel bag and carrying a large silver suitcase.

That day, when I went to the study to pick up the comics, and when I closed the curtains, I accidentally glanced out the window and saw you, standing behind my house, standing under my window. You tug at your suitcase with your left hand, put shade on your forehead with your right hand, and look around as you look around for your apartment.

I'm attracted to the bags you are carrying, you look like you've just graduated from junior high school, but you're able to come to this completely unfamiliar city alone.

I was finishing a new game and was in a state of idleness, and I kept an eye out the window looking for you. Before I knew it, I had been in front of the window of my study all day.

I was nineteen years old, and I had never cared so much about a boy, and watched a boy so carefully until you passed by my window. I am writing this to make you understand that my love is completely yours from the moment it sprouts.

My pen can't write my feelings for you, and my body won't allow me to say more. My handwriting is sloppy, isn't it? I'm so sorry, I beg you to read it all.

You may have already noticed that I had a plan to leave you, and that plan was made on an ordinary evening, when we went out for a walk and met your classmates, and their deference to you made my heart throb, and I was sure that my presence with you would only drag you into the abyss of a failed life.

After leaving you, I went back to the house left by my late grandmother, and my grandmother came to take care of me. She has worked hard all her life, first she lost her son and daughter-in-law, and then her only granddaughter became like this, she must have suffered, but I can't take care of her.

My grandmother died thirty years ago, and a distant aunt in my family organized the funeral, which she had contacted beforehand.

I didn't pay for it, I didn't attend, the funeral was in my grandmother's hometown, I couldn't go over, the funeral was simple, and I used my grandmother's meager savings. I can't pay, I've done the math, my money is tight, it's just enough to spend.

I didn't expect that to happen like that.

Yesterday, the hospital called me and said I was supposed to pay the next fee. I can't scrape together the money, and all I have left is that house in Misaki City.

I can't touch that house, and you may go over it, and open the door with the key, and lie down on the couch where you usually sit, and touch the wooden table at which we din, and gaze at our joyful bed, is my consolation, and my heart trembles with joy just to think of it.

But I have no money, and my grandmother's house in my hometown has been sold by my grandmother, and the money has been given to me.

I have to pay for the hospital, I can't delay, I can't let the hospital cut off the treatment, cut off the treatment for our daughter, like the power club.

My beloved poor daughter, I'm sorry for her, her hair is like mine, her eyes are like mine, her shoulders are like mine, and her palms are like me, and it is precisely because she is like me so much that she is in such a situation!

Sorry for the extra wrinkles on the letterhead, but forgive me, I don't have the strength to write on a different piece of paper, I don't have the courage to write again.

Go ahead and talk about our daughter, she's the piece of you I stole from you.

She is covered with lips like you, the warm lips that can evoke the sun when I am happy, I have touched it countless times, kissed it when my daughter was not in charge, and wanted to touch you through it.

Sometimes, I would be jealous of her for having these lips, and just because of this, she could be different from me.

I couldn't bear the fragility of my heart, the departure of my parents, and the ridicule of my classmates, so I ran home and was in a mess, but she, with such a ridiculous mother who would only find her to mock, still completed her studies strongly.

I didn't name her Liuhua, on the one hand, I was ashamed to use this name, and on the other hand, I was afraid that you would pass by her, because this familiar name recognized her, she was the only piece of you I left, even you, you can't take her from me!

I didn't use the surname Asano, but used my grandmother's maiden name before marriage, Yiyuan.

Our daughter's name is Yi Yuan Miyu.

You may be familiar with this name, but twenty years ago, during the summer vacation, Miwa who returned home told me that she was having a good time at the academy, and that a professor surnamed Nan took good care of her.

I froze in place, and Miwa shook my shoulders before I came back to my senses. I kept quiet and asked her about the professor, and she cheerfully told me everything.

I heard your name from her mouth, and my heart was in turmoil. For so many years, I deliberately avoided your name, I never read the news in the music industry, and I didn't expect that this name would appear in Miwa's mouth.

Miyu has been a smart kid since she was a child, and when I was in school, my grades were only in the middle of the stream, and she was able to get the first place every time, so she must have gotten extraordinary talent from you.

I was selfish and arbitrary, wanting her to imagine more with you, so I enrolled her in music lessons and asked her to join the wind club. She was admitted to Mizaki University of the Arts, the same school as you.

I didn't expect you to teach at that school.

When Miyu was young, I waited in front of the window for her to come back, and when I woke up in the middle of the night, I was worried that Miyu would follow the traction of the bloodline, meet you somewhere, hold your hand, and leave my side. After all, she is the piece of you I stole from you.

By the time Miwa grew up, such an illusion had not reappeared for a long time, and I didn't expect that it was lurking in reality, and it was going to give me a heavy blow at this moment!

I saw admiration in Miyu's eyes, and my daughter should admire her father, and I believe that as long as you beckon, Miyu will leave my side and be by your side!

I tossed and turned, I had expected such scenes, and in those scenes, I forcibly took Miyu away and ran to a corner you didn't know! This was true in all the scenarios I envisioned! No exceptions!

But I hesitated at the time, I don't know if I should bind Miyu like this, Miyu has been away from you for eighteen years, fate has let her meet you, do I want to break you up and let her go back to her eighteen years of life without a father?

In the midst of such hesitation, a rare beautiful delusion was born in my mind. I think,I can hide myself.,As long as Miyu doesn't mention me.,You probably won't guess that Miyu is your daughter.,In this way,Miyu still belongs to me.,And,I can get your news through Miyu.。

My heart was beating violently, and I was refreshed all night until I fell asleep in the morning.

It was my fault!

This is a punishment for what I should not be delusional about!

I woke up at noon and called for Miyu, but there was no answer in the empty house, and I went to Miyu's room, and my heart sank to the bottom.

Miyu collapsed halfway between the bed and the closet, clutching her chest, her eyes closed and her lips white.

If I hadn't slept so dead in the morning, I would have been able to hear Miyu's movements and have taken our daughter to the hospital sooner!

Miyu has had heart problems since she was born, and I can't remember the name of the disease that the doctor said. I have a terrible headache right now, and I really want to use a hammer to smash my skull open, but I can't, and I'm going to finish writing this letter to you.

Our poor daughter, who has been taking medicine since birth, has grown up with a lot of white pills and colored pills stuffed into her small body.

The savings left to me by my parents, the compensation given to me by the company, the manuscript fee for the book, most of my grandmother's savings, and the money raised from selling the house in the countryside were all left to Miyu to buy medicine.

I was already calculated! It was already calculated! The money I have left should be enough for her to take medicine until she is ninety!

It's not enough now, and I've run out of money because I slept so hard that morning that I didn't hear Miyu!

I called an ambulance and took Miyu to the hospital, I missed the best time to rescue her, Miyu is still alive, but the rest of her life can only be spent in hospital care.

I'm running out of money.

The house was already dilapidated, and the wind came in from nowhere, beating my back, and I could no longer feel the presence of my feet, and my teeth chattered.

I don't have the money to pay the electricity bill, I don't have to pay the electricity bill, but my Miyu, our daughter, needs to pay for medicine, nursing care, and hospitalization...... I don't have any money anymore. What's the temperature like in the hospital? I bought the blanket online, did Miyu receive it?

I'm a useless person, I can't make money, you taught me to write, but I can't write anything, if I have money, I can rent a house next to the hospital, and ask the live-in nursing team to take care of Miyu, Miyu won't have to stay in the hospital!

I wrote to you, begging you to take care of Miyu, begging you to pay for the hospital, and I wrote the information about the hospital at the bottom.

If you can, please hide it from Kazumi, I'm sorry for her, she doesn't know anything about Miyu.

I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for Miyu, I'm sorry for grandma, I'm sorry for Yimei......

By the time you get this letter, I must have died in the corner of the house, and this dead woman begs you to save your daughter."