C47 I like a Short-lived Ghost

The door opened.

The door closed.

The person left.

Bo Qian had yet to regain his senses.

He sat on the sofa and maintained a posture, as if he wanted to see through the love letter.

A love letter... for him...

Bo Qian kept thinking about these five words in his heart, but he couldn't say what it felt like.

He was silent for a long time before he took it over and opened it