Liam Tang's hands were shaking more and more violently, and he could hardly hold the envelope. When he pulled out the next envelope, he used too much strength, and a small stack of envelopes fell on his thigh, and some fell on the ground. He bent down to pick them up, and then the remaining envelopes all fell out.
He buried his head in embarrassment as he picked up the envelopes. In the middle of each brown paper envelope was written Ethan Yang's name, with the handwriting varying in depth and size. Some of the envelopes seemed to have faded due to age. Ten years was really too long.
Liam Tang suddenly remembered the story Ethan Yang had told him, and thought of Xia Zhao sitting in the dormitory looking at the letter paper left by Wu Pan. It turned out that in the past ten years when he was restless, he had been so close to that scene so many times.
He couldn't help but think of himself standing in the hospital laboratory, receiving one of these envelopes, opening it with trembling hands, and then reading this sentence. The mere thought of such a scene was enough to overwhelm him with great fear and make him feel suffocated.
Ethan Yang came over and saw Liam Tang half-kneeling on the ground, his head bowed deeply, his hair covering the expression on his face. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, bent down to pick up a few envelopes at his feet, then half-knelt beside Liam Tang, put his hand on the back of his neck, and whispered to comfort him: "It's all in the past."
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