At the end of the garden were steps. She walked up the steps and entered the living room.

The overall design has not changed and is still the same as the painter left it. There are many paintings on the walls with bright colors.

The decoration design is indeed her favorite style.

She walked on the wooden floor and looked out through the glass window. The afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire garden. The orange color was beautiful, bright and peaceful.

Mahogany furniture, ancient copper gramophone, and sets of golden tableware... the whole small villa is full of exquisite atmosphere.

With Rong Jincheng's character, he would not like this.

Han Yurou sneered and walked up the stairs again.

In the study, she saw a letter on the table.

The envelope was dusty and it looked like no one had entered the study.

Han Yurou picked it up curiously and discovered that the letter was written by Rong Jincheng.

It was written to her.

"Dear Rourou, little baby. When you read this letter, I am already in Southeast Asia. You don't care about my life, but I still want to tell you. It's so hot here, the temperature is very high, especially

It's summer, and my little face is flushed with the sun."

On the white paper are words written with a pen.

For a long period of time, Rong Jincheng was talking to her about his work.

He knew that she didn't care and wouldn't ask, so he wrote it in this way.

Han Yurou opened the second picture and saw other content.

"Rourou, wait until I come back to marry you. I really like you. This kind of liking allows me to cross the psychological boundaries and eliminate all cowardice, hatred, and inferiority. I admit that I am not a good person, but I am willing to do it for you.

Change well. I really like you. That day in the snow, my consciousness was weak. When I was on the verge of death, all I could think about was you. I have never liked someone so strongly. It was you who gave me love and courage.

.”

"Rourou, I will slowly get better. Give me a chance. I promise not to fight back or scold me in the future. Do you think that's okay? If you feel it's not enough to relieve your anger, it doesn't matter if you hit me and scold me every day. Anyway,

I'm thick-skinned, but you must give me a chance. A prodigal can turn back, and so can I. I'm not that promiscuous."

"I'm still young, and I'm full of hope for the future, but without you, these hopes don't mean much to me. No matter what happens in the future, I want to share it with you, and I just want to say what's in my heart

I’ll leave it to you alone.”

"I will make good money and get rid of my bad habits, but you must not ignore me, otherwise I will lose all the motivation to work hard."

Han Yurou flipped through the letter. She was surprised that Rong Jincheng, who was so impetuous, could calm down and write a letter of several pages.

Every word is full of hope.

His only request was that she give him a chance.

Han Yurou was in a daze.

She looked up and looked out the study window.

Rong Jincheng has changed a lot.

He is no longer the arrogant, dandy son of aristocratic family before, he has really changed.

But so what?

If all the mistakes in this world could be forgiven, wouldn't it be chaos?

She read all the words and then slowly put the letter back into the envelope.

No matter what, it's good that he can get better.

At least, she no longer has the same nightmares as before, and her life is getting better little by little.

After a long time, Han Yurou walked out of the villa.

The sun has set below the horizon.
Chapter completed!