Jiang Xiao wrote the letter sincerely and sincerely, and every word was an expression of his emotions.

After writing four pages, Jiang Xiao put the letter in the envelope.

It's late at night, so he'll have someone send him there tomorrow.

He knew that Wen Xue didn't want to see her now.

…

It rained in New York the next day.

Wen Xue was well. She stood at the window and looked at the rain outside.

Raindrops dripped along the window and gathered into streams, blurring the outside world and blurring her sight.

Jiang Xiao was standing downstairs holding an umbrella. He couldn't see her, and of course, she couldn't see him either.

He is not well yet, and going back and forth like this makes his stomach very uncomfortable. As for the company, he has not been to the company for many days.

Jiang Xiao wore a thick black long coat today. He was standing downstairs, with rain dripping down the edge of his umbrella.

Winter is cold.

Jiang Xiao's vision was also blurred by the rain, and there seemed to be mist hanging on his eyelashes.

After getting off the car, he walked downstairs.

He took the letter out of his coat, handed it to a little girl playing, and gave her a candy.

The little girl took the letter and helped Jiang Xiao deliver it outside Wen Xue's ward.

Wen Xue was the least resistant to children and touched her head: "Little sister, who asked you to deliver the letter?"

There is no writing on the envelope.

The little girl was eating candy and tilted her head: "A handsome uncle."

"Where is he?"

"downstairs."

Wen Xue probably understood.

Little girl runs away.

Wen Xue opened the letter, and it turned out to be Jiang Xiao's handwriting.

She read the letter. The sentences were sincere and every word was true. He confessed his feelings to her. At the end of the letter, he still asked her if they could meet.

Only then did Wen Xue realize that he was "lied" by Miss Han and Rong Zhu when he came here last night, a white lie.

Why is he so self-righteous? Doesn't he know how much she loves him?

Wen Xue walked to the window and looked out. She still couldn't see what was going on downstairs. It was raining too hard.

But she knew that Jiang Xiao was downstairs.

She held the letter in her hand and did not respond for a long time.

She dared not forgive him again.

After a long time, Wen Xue put the letter on the table and silently began to pack her luggage.

She couldn't stay in New York forever and never go back. She missed home.

There has never been a time when I missed home more than now.

She missed her parents, her brother, and the delicious food at home. She wanted to go back.

She didn't bring much, she only brought a backpack.

Wen Xue tied up her hair and simply washed it.

She called Han Yurou. Anyway, she was very grateful to Miss Han.

"Sister Rourou, are you at work? I plan to return to China. Thank you very much for coming to New York this time."

Han Yurou was indeed at work. She was surprised. Wen Xue was leaving now?

"Are you leaving today?"

"Well, I'll leave in a moment."

"It's raining heavily today, so it's not convenient. How about I treat you to dinner tonight and leave tomorrow?"

"I miss home..." Wen Xue lowered her voice.

Han Yurou's heart twitched: "Why don't you wait for me and I'll go see you?"

"Sister Rourou, don't delay your work, I can do it."

"Shall I ask Jin Cheng to take you to the airport?"

"I'll take a taxi, that's okay, thank you Sister Rourou."

Of course Han Yurou was worried.

She immediately called Rong Jincheng.
Chapter completed!