C51 Deep feeling without regret(6)

Just as I was about to go out and look for her, Aunt Chen handed me a cowhide envelope that she'd found when she was cleaning Shen Qing's bedroom.

I couldn't wait to open it. There was a bank card and two letters, one of which had my name written on it. It seemed to be addressed to me.

Opening the letter, I could not be more familiar with her delicate handwriting. It was Shen Qing's calligraphy