Yingqu Liuzi was pampered by her wealthy daddy.

The night before the wedding, Shen Yu'an was arranged to sleep in another bedroom.

Xize said that according to custom, the two people cannot meet on the eve of the wedding, and Shen Yu'an said okay.

He changed into his pajamas and lay down on the bed in that guest room. The curtains weren't fully drawn, so he could see the garden outside and the lights of London in the distance.

He lay there for a while but couldn't fall asleep. He picked up his phone and glanced at it; Xize hadn't sent any messages.

He put down his phone, turned over, stared at the ceiling, and thought about tomorrow.

The church has been decorated with white roses and light green leaves, not too full, just enough to fill both sides of the aisle.

The guest list has been finalized. His parents will arrive tomorrow morning, and Lin Wei and the others will go to the church beforehand.

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The bed in the guest room was a little smaller than the big bed he usually slept in, the blanket was thinner, and there was no faint cedar scent in the air like that of Xize.

He closed his eyes to try to fall asleep, but then opened them again.

His phone lit up on the bedside table. He picked it up and saw a message from Xize: "Are you asleep?"

Shen Yu'an replied, "No."

Xize: "Get down."

Shen Yu'an sat up, put on her slippers, and went downstairs.

The living room lights were on. Xize sat on the sofa with an envelope in front of him. It was light gray, unsealed, and had neat edges.

Shen Yu'an walked over and sat down next to him: "Can't sleep?"

Xize pushed the envelope in front of him: "This is for you."

Shen Yu'an picked up the envelope and glanced down at it. There was no name written on it. He pulled out the paper inside and unfolded it.

The letter paper was white, folded twice, and the handwriting was Xize's handwriting, with neat strokes and even spacing.

He paused for a moment when he looked down at the first line, and then slowly finished reading the letter.

The letter described the rainy night of their first meeting.

Xize wrote that he hadn't planned to stop when he passed by that street; it was raining heavily, and he wanted to go home as soon as possible.

But in the back seat, he saw a person huddled under the eaves of a bus stop, clutching an art supply box, shivering from the cold wind.

In his letter, he wrote that at that moment his car had already passed the station, but he asked the driver to turn around.

He wrote that on the way back, Shen Yu'an sat in the corner of the back seat, only occupying half of the seat, his body tense, afraid of getting the seat dirty.

He wrote that he saw Shen Yu'an's fingers were white from the cold, but he swallowed his question "Aren't you cold?" because he felt it would be too abrupt to say it.

He wrote that after he got home that night, he sat in his study for a long time, his mind filled with the image of the boy bowing his head and saying "thank you".

He wrote that all the "on the way" trips after that were intentional.

The pick-up and drop-off were arranged on purpose, the heating repair was done on purpose, and that apartment was reserved for him on purpose.

In his letter, he wrote that all the seemingly coincidental events were not coincidences. From the moment he asked the driver to turn back to that bus stop, he had already begun to make exceptions for Shen Yu'an.

The living room was quiet when Shen Yu'an finished reading the letter.

He folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, then looked up at Caesar.

"You told the driver to turn around?"

Xize leaned back on the sofa and looked at him: "Mm."

"Didn't you just pass by that day?"

"I passed by, but I've already driven past. I saw you under the platform."

Shen Yu'an remained silent for a while.

He looked down at the envelope in his hand; the light gray paper was very smooth under the light.

Why did you write a letter instead of sending a message?

"Letters will be kept," Caesar said. "Messages will be deleted."

Shen Yu'an held the envelope in his hand, the paper creased slightly from his grip.

He stood up, walked up to Xize, bent down, and rested his forehead on Xize's shoulder.

Xize raised his hand and placed it on the back of his head, without applying any force, just leaving it there.

"Then I'll bring it with me tomorrow."

"With a message?"

"Okay. Put it in your coat pocket."

Xize neither said yes nor no, but gently pressed down on the back of his head with his hand before letting go.

"Go back to sleep, there's still one more day."

Shen Yu'an straightened up, holding the envelope in his hand, took a few steps back, and then stopped.

He turned to look at Xize and asked, "Are you nervous tomorrow?" Xize said no.

"Then why didn't you sleep tonight?"

"You weren't asleep, so I wasn't asleep either."

Shen Yu'an looked at him, didn't reply, and turned to go back upstairs.

He went into the guest room, placed the letter on the bedside table, and lay back down in bed.

The moonlight filtering through the curtains was a bit brighter than before, falling on the light gray surface of the envelope.

He reached out and touched the edge of the envelope, then closed his eyes.

He remembered the sentence written in the letter most clearly: "I didn't know it was love at the time, but I made the driver turn around."

He went over the sentence in his mind again and again, then turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

From the moment I turned around that rainy night, we've traveled for so long, and tomorrow will finally be our final destination.

He closed his eyes and quickly became sleepy. The edge of the letter was pressed against his fingertips, and the paper was slightly cool. He slowly loosened his grip and stopped clenching it.