In the office, Han Jifeng sat on the sofa previously occupied by Lai Shengxia, his gaze lingering on the bareheaded photo on the edge of the coffee table.
In the photo, the girl was wearing a white school uniform with a blue collar, her hair tied in a ponytail with stray strands tucked behind her ears. Her skin was pale, and as she faced the camera, she seemed unaccustomed—not smiling as other girls would during a photo shoot. Instead, she had her lips slightly pursed, but she was sitting up straight.
Such a photo was not unfamiliar to Han Jifeng.
In his dreams, it was this very same bareheaded photo that was used on Tang Li’s tombstone.
It was like a warning, alerting him of the striking overlaps between his dreams and reality.
Han Jifeng had already seen the news about Tang Li on the internet beforehand, just as Lai Shengxia had described.
If there was anything in reality that didn’t match his dreams, it would be Tang Li. She no longer visited the Han Family to see Qin Yueru; instead, she had become an actress.
Tang Li was the only variable he had dreamed of.
He reached out and picked up the photo.
Not in black and white, the girl’s features instantly became more vivid.
Upon closer inspection, or after a few more glances, she actually didn’t resemble Lai Shengxia that much. Aside from an initial similarity, upon further inspection, the two had completely different styles.
Han Jifeng looked at the photo, and some scenes played out in his mind like black and white film strips—scenes he had dreamt of not long ago.
After Tang Li’s death, the first and only time he set foot in the villa she lived alone in after her burns, the dim house felt hollow and lifeless.
While sorting through her belongings, he found an iron box in the attic.
Inside the box, apart from a few small items, there were also three letters.
They were letters Tang Li wrote to him on their wedding anniversaries.
Even in his dreams, Han Jifeng remembered clearly the contents of those letters.
The first letter was from their first wedding anniversary. Tang Li wrote it meticulously, without a single typo, and she used punctuation so cautiously, as if she had practiced it countless times.
Please allow me to address you in this way. It’s been 365 days since we got married. On this significant day, there are some things I want to tell you.
I am very grateful that you chose me to be your life partner.
I once read a saying in a book: Marriage is an investment, some people are worth investing in, while others depreciate over time.
I don’t trust my own judgment that much. Sometimes, the eyes can easily deceive the heart, but I believe in Mr. Han, I believe in my husband, that one day, he will become an outstanding politician.
Fairy Zixia said in the movie, her dream man is a hero who will come to marry her on a cloud of seven colors.
I think a hero does not necessarily have to be a martial arts expert. To me, Mr. Han is also a hero-like figure; he is filial, hardworking, responsible, and helps old ladies cross the street. I am luckier than Fairy Zixia, as Mr. Han took me home early, and I want to tell Mr. Han that I will continue to work hard to become a woman who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Tang Li took a two-day rest in the Capital and then followed the photography society of "XL" magazine to Tokyo, Japan on Thursday afternoon.
On Wednesday evening, she called Song Jingtian to send Zhang Qifeng’s autographed photo to Songlin Garden.
The little guy, leading his Corgi, came to pick up the photo at the entrance of the community. When he saw Tang Li, his expression was all awkward, and two bodyguards followed behind him.
After Song Baiyan became the President, the personal security of his family members also became a top priority.