Three years later.
Small Autumn returned to Kunming, opened their own translation agency, called "Wangchuan Qiu Shui", three years, doing a little bit of good. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.
These three years, she is still like the previous four years, every day to write him an email, the joy and sorrow of everything to tell him, as if he is still by her side, as if he has been with her.
But the worry is greater than the hope, she believes, Lichuan him, will try to live.
Summer sunny, the breeze is not dry.
"May I ask if you are Ms. Xie Xiaoqiu? Your delivery."
"Oh, thanks!" Xiao Qiu signed for it and looked at the label on the delivery as she walked inside, "From ...... Zurich!"
Chewie hurriedly unwrapped the package and inside was only an envelope.
"Something?" She had just taken the envelope out when a ring slipped out of the envelope and landed on the floor with a crunch, slowly rolling to a stop in the corner - it was Lichuan's fingerprint ring.
Siaoqiu's mind instantly went blank, her heart felt like it was being torn apart, and tears had blurred her vision.
"How? Lichuan ...... Lichuan ......" she could no longer stand, one hand to support the body paralyzed on the floor.
Memories instantly flooded back, that day, she sat on the side of the bed of Lichuan, two hands grasping his big hand, put his hand on his face, he finally confessed to himself, his condition has been so serious that it is unimaginable, he does not want to misuse himself, and even more so, does not want to bear the pain, which is why he has always hoped that he MOVE ON (turn over the page). This, of course, one had already guessed.
"If I die, you have to MOVE ON right away."
He had spoken the words so firmly, and he himself had admonished himself countless times not to cry, but the tears still flowed freely on his hands, but he himself tried his best to smile all the time and look at him,
"Don't worry, if you're not around anymore, I'll absolutely MOVE ON right away, marry myself off within a year, and never let myself be a widow!"
Laughing as hard as she could, the tears flowed even more recklessly ......
She hadn't seen that kind of Lichuan for a long time, relaxed, his face no longer covered with a layer of haze, and his eyes no longer looked at himself with such complexity. He is so self-reliant and stubborn, and his own the same one tendon, the same deep love for each other ......
But the reality, why can not, can not be made whole?
(Unfinished business)