"Why not give him that too?"

"Huh? What?"

While waiting in the departure hall to board the plane, my father went to buy some small gifts that he needed to take back to Korea.

He went to the duty-free shop in the airport. It was hard to imagine that he still had some Korean won bills on him after this year's stay.

I almost started to think that I was from Sakura Country, Huang Lizhi thought.

But her mother suddenly asked her like that.

"Why don't you give him the last page you quietly tore out?"

After writing such happy words as "I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow", her diary was interrupted.

Later, Huang Lizhi did not continue writing after waking up.

"If he finds out, he will feel very uncomfortable, right?"

Huang Lizhi was silent as her mother's words rang in her ears. She had clearly written something else, but she had been hiding it.

For example, the "torn-off page", compared to the attached "suicide note" (draft), the "torn-off page" is what I really want to say.

She kept feeling like something was coming out of her rejuvenated internal organs.

"Be calm." Huang Lizhi began to comfort himself.

Because now, there is nothing we can do. If we regret and chase him out again, we will never see him again.

At this point, she had no choice but to try her best to find excuses to stabilize herself.

While taking a deep breath, I was thinking about what I should be thinking about now.

What Huang Lizhi really wanted to write down did not leave any trace in the diary.

With "some other opinions I have about him" and "some other thoughts", that "teared page" actually has a clearer answer.

The things described in the "suicide note" are relatively vague, and mostly reflect the girls' reserve and duplicity.

"It's useless to say this now. If we see you again in the future...just leave it to him."

Huang Lizhi was discouraged by the uncertainty about whether she would meet again in the future. She tried to return her breathing to normal, but inadvertently it became a symbol of silent prayer.

"That's right. You may have a chance to meet again in the future. Oh-ma, I also think he is a pretty good person."

Huang Lizhi took out the paper ball in his pocket and slowly spread it out. Next to her, her mother spoke calmly.

She then folded the crumpled paper again and put it back in her pocket.

"By the way, when your father was packing your luggage with you, he found me and asked me to give this thing to you."

His mother took out an oily yellow portfolio from her bag, and Huang Lizhi's eyes were suddenly attracted to it.

Watching with expectations and astonishment.

"He said to me, I hope you can open this thing after you are separated from him."

Huang Lizhi thought that although she had pestered Long Yi to ask for many gifts in the past nearly one year, the possibility of such a surprise "parting gift" had never occurred to her before.

Think about it.

But...if we talk about surprise and romance, he really did it.

Huang Lizhi took the thin file bag, wrapped his fingertips around the white silk thread sealing the mouth of the bag, and began to enjoy spinning.

The thread began to get longer and longer, but she felt that the mouth of the bag was loosening little by little.

There is a piece of white paper in the oily yellow bag.

It was her own energetic and smiling appearance printed on the paper.

I actually received a portrait of myself, with my upward-turned eyes looking at the real owner, as if I was seeing a black and white mirror, lifelike.

Here I am wearing the sailor uniform commonly worn by girls in Sakura Country.

"It's really so lifelike." She sighed, and even the mother beside her raised her lips in surprise, and her eyes were filled with admiration.

The portrait is as simple as just the upper body, and you can still smell the smell of graphite when you put it in front of your nose.

Behind the picture was a piece of stationery filled with cherry blossom petals, and he wrote a paragraph in familiar Korean characters.

It’s as neat as automatically aligning paragraphs when editing on a computer, and is full of calm and composed text.

Huang Lizhi initially thought he had stopped breathing.

[Letter, to you when you were thirteen]

Sincerely: Li Zhijun:

When you see this letter, no... this drawing, it means that we have said our final goodbyes.

I have always wanted to say "congratulations on your survival" to you personally, and finally in this way.

The portrait was created out of thin air based on the impression in my mind the night before. I feel very sorry that there is no photo of you. (It seems that you don’t have a photo of me there, right?)

First of all, I want to thank you for telling me that you were seriously ill and would die. Thank you very much for your trust.

Although it sounds ridiculous, I have been with you for nearly a year and got along well without knowing each other's names. This experience is destined to be precious.

So I felt that I might not be able to express it face to face, so I chose to record it in this form.

Ye Zhi, this is the first time I call your name.

In fact, I already knew your name when I met you in the University of Tokyo Library.

Very surprised?

I think your expression must be like this when I see you here.

But at that time you were wearing your school uniform, and I saw your name in Chinese characters on your left chest.

I wanted to call you by your name, but then we agreed to get along as strangers, so I used "you" instead.

I'm very sorry that I have only now confessed this matter to you.

I delayed telling you until we parted, and I'm extremely sorry again.

Even so, I won’t deny that the time I spent with Yeji has given me a healthy body again, so I must stay happy, Yeji.

No matter what happens, Yeji will be fine, because you will never admit defeat in my eyes.

Those things that I have not been able to complete must be completed when I return to Korea.

Have an unforgettable love and experience the sweetness of kissing.

After that, I have to tell that person about the incident that almost killed me.

Ah...but please be sure to erase my presence, because I'm afraid that person will be jealous if he hears it.

I will always pray for you as you move forward in the future.

I think that when I meet Ye Zhi again on this land one day, I will hear you calmly say "It's great to be alive."

Also, I want to tell you something.

That is, in the process of getting acquainted with you, I came up with the idea of ​​turning our story into a novel.

Although when I wrote this letter, I only had a rough outline.

Perhaps more and more people who read this novel will know our story in the future.

If the novel is published, I will send you a copy.

As for the address, you will definitely tell me when we say goodbye.

I will write the most heartfelt blessings in the blank space on the first page of the novel, as if I were personally arriving by your side.

At that time, maybe you will take the novel and show it off to your friends, right?

But...trying to recall the beginning of our acquaintance, this year is like a reincarnation.

It's incredible, I feel like I've been changed again.

Being changed like a rebirth, just like when you persuaded me that I should do something else besides reading.

Although I live a fulfilling life, I never understand the meaning of "boring".

When I wrote this in my letter, I actually wanted to say "thank you."

This idea came about a long time ago, do you know why?

It's like a gear that is running repeatedly in its own mode, and then one day it is removed and replaced with new parts.

That is the freshness of being injected with vitality. To me, Yeji is this freshness.

My fixed life pattern and work and rest routine were broken with your appearance.

Even if you have to make time to go out with your girlfriend every week.

For the first time, I felt that the world was changing me and someone was affecting me.

For the first time, I felt that I was an existence that needed to be changed.

Thank you.
To be continued...