Chapter 1061 Ninety-Nine Love Letters

An Xunuo, holding a box in his arms, seemed to be tired from all the hard work. He sat on the stall next to the table and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Bai Hanjin walked over curiously and stared at the box she was holding...it turned out to be this one.

Qin Muchen leaned against the door frame and looked at them quietly. When he saw the mess in the room, his smile deepened: "My twelve is better behaved."

When you get angry, the most you can do is... ignore him.

How could such a commotion happen?

Bai Hengjin rolled her eyes at him.

In Qin Muchen's eyes, only Gu Shinian was a woman, and he had already learned this before.

"What's inside?" Qin Muchen asked curiously.

"love letter."

She wrote it.

She tore it up.

The love letters he pieced together.

Ninety-nine letters in total.

Every word, she loved him.

Qin Muchen's lips curled up: "Get the matter settled, I'll wait for you below."

…

"Is something wrong?"

"As you said, spread the news." Qin Muchen threw the newspaper in front of him: "It's such a big fuss, I want to see how you end it?"

"Also, the guy upstairs."

"If she finds out, you won't be able to do anything about it."

"Those things that happened between you and Song Anran."

"She won't know." Bai Hengjin vowed: "Unless she doesn't want to live anymore."

Qin Muchen believed this.

Anyone who has the guts to let An Xunuo know will definitely die.

"But what are you going to do?" Qin Muchen asked curiously: "She has been disfigured. The Song family doesn't need you to spend so much time on her."

Sometimes, it's better if it's just a matter of words.

"What should I say?" Bai Hengjin lowered his head and raised his eyebrows with a gentle smile: "I want to take revenge on her personally for the injuries she suffered."

He alone remembers the pain, good and bad, in his heart.

However, even if she had forgotten those injuries, they had existed after all.

Now, he just wants to get back all the hurt she has suffered.

Qin Muchen sneered: "Forget it, you are just like this."

Love to the extreme.

You can also hate it to the extreme.

…

After An Xunuo woke up, she sat on the bed, hugged the box, and looked at the box of love letters.

Recipient: Bai Chunjin.

Sender: An Xunuo.

Are these all love letters she wrote to Bai Haojin?

From the age of eighteen to twenty-three, there were a total of ninety-nine letters...

An Xunuo looked at the love letters pieced together piece by piece, biting her lower lip curiously. Who tore it up, and who pieced it together?

"I've been looking at it for so long. Is there anything you want to say?" Bai Chenjin put a glass of milk next to the bedside table as usual.

Say whatever you want.

An Xunuo pursed her lips: "These...are all written by me?"

"Um."

"Then, who tore it?"

"you."

"I wrote it myself and tore it up myself. Am I out of my mind?" An Xunuo obviously didn't believe it. The handwriting on it ranged from green to juanxiu...the paper also turned yellow.

"...At that time, you were angry with me." Bai Hengjin simply skipped: "I did something wrong and made you very angry, and then you tore it all up."

"Then...who put it together?" An Xunuo looked at the love letters one after another, his mind still blank.

"...Me." Bai Chengjin picked up a love letter and smiled bitterly: "At that time, I almost thought that even if I tried hard to go back, I wouldn't be able to go back to the past. But luckily, I can come back."