Zhuo Zhan was already in tears and was speechless.

He clutched the letter tightly, and all the tears he had not shed in the past four years seemed to be shed tonight.

He leaned against the dirty wooden box, held the flashlight in his mouth, and read the letter over and over again. Even though the content inside was already familiar to him, he still couldn't bear to put it down.

Every time he read it, he couldn't help but cry. After crying, he couldn't help but read it again. It seemed that he was trapped in an endless cycle.

Just as Zhuo Zhan covered his face and cried bitterly again, the sound of footsteps came from above his head, getting clearer and louder from far to near.

Could it be that Uncle Wen discovered it? How should I explain to him about the black collar badge... For a moment, Zhuo Zhan's mind was in a mess, and his heart was beating wildly, as if he was about to vomit.

Zhuo Zhan was so stunned that he quickly covered his mouth, extinguished the flashlight, and listened carefully with his ears raised.

The footsteps were very soft and gentle, not like Uncle Wen. It was...Sister Xueyan?

Jiang Xueyan, who didn't often stay at home before, came back to stay every day these days, uncharacteristically.

Could it be that she discovered him when he went downstairs just now? Zhuo Zhan thought this way.

As the door panel above his head creaked, the footsteps stopped. Zhuo Zhan knew that she had entered the storage room and was standing directly above his head.

However, what puzzled Zhuo Zhan was that she just stood for a while and then left again. The sound of footsteps gradually became distant, still as soft, gentle, unhurried, and disappeared in the distance.
Chapter completed!