亚洲自偷自拍另类小说

She laughed and said it wasn’t necessary, but Wen Yanqing smiled without replying, his eyes filled with deep tenderness as he carefully placed it.

Lin Gantang wanted to take out the love letter, to place it by his side or to read it to him, to remind him of the loving days they had shared. She wished to let him know that her feelings for him remained unchanged, to reassure him and to give him more optimism and confidence in their love.

When she entered the code it showed an error, but after careful thought, she tried the black card’s pin, and it opened.

Lin Gantang had never thought to look inside his safe before, assuming it probably contained cash and other valuables or important documents and contract information.

But what she saw now was clearly beyond her expectations.

Lin Gantang took out the love letter, looked at the words she had written by hand, and gently placed it outside the safe.

At the edge of the safe was a brand-new black box, which Lin Gantang recognized as the cufflinks she had customized for him last year.

No wonder she rarely saw him wearing them; it turns out he had hidden them away. Lin Gantang opened the box and looked at the pair of cufflinks inside, smiling to herself.

It was her oversight as well, she should have asked and given him a few more pairs.

There was also the jade piece she had given him, something left by her mother, locked away in here. After putting it down, Lin Gantang noticed a slender box on the inside of the safe, and couldn’t help but become curious.

She picked it up and opened it, finding inside a withered flower that had lost its original color due to time. The dry leaves and petals seemed as though they would crumble at her touch.

A fresh flower…

“Like a prince of June, the rose you once gave me,” he had written under the plum-colored lipstick he had given her.

Lin Gantang paused, and then looking at the dry flower, she vaguely remembered the rose she had casually thrown at him many years ago.

Yet he had kept it for so many years, treasured within his safe.

Suddenly, she thought of when they got together and she had asked him why he liked her. He said that the answer was locked in the safe.

Looking at the items inside the safe, Lin Gantang suddenly felt timid.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and eventually she picked up the things inside.

There was a small ID photo, showing her at eighteen.

There was a yellowed paper airplane, which Lin Gantang had long forgotten the origin of.

There were several landscape photos, of places she had once visited.

He stood where she had stood, saw the same piece of sky, but he was always alone.

She saw his diary, the juvenile words gradually becoming mature.

“…She was like an angel. The first time she passed by me, I noticed her.”

Lin Gantang checked the date; that was when her mother was still alive.

“Mother passed away. I was breaking down in pain behind the phoenix tree, and she gave me a mangosteen, saying it was sweet.”

“xx year xx month xx day, her mother is gone too. The little angel is no longer seen. Everyone says she’s rebellious and defiant, but I know she is crying under the rainy night’s phoenix trees, drying her tears and disguising herself.”

Lin Gantang remembered those days, her throat feeling slightly tight.

“xx year xx month xx day, meeting, noticing, thinking, delighted, without any warning. The moment you looked up, the sunlight that floated above the treetops suddenly fell into my embrace.”

Lin Gantang remembered how he always showed a joyful expression when he saw her, that gentle smile, yet she never took it to heart..