Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Chapter 1500: Chapter 1500 Is This News Good Enough?

An Hao managed a faint smile, ”There’s hardly any news that can excite me to death anymore. Unless...”

”Unless what?”

”Unless someone tells me Qin Jian isn’t dead!” An Hao said in a muffled voice.

”Good. Then I’ll tell you now. Listen closely, Qin Jian—he isn’t dead!” Yan Ye emphasized the last two words specially.

Upon hearing this, An Hao was stunned at first, as if she had been petrified.

”What? Don’t you believe me?” Yan Ye said as he pulled a letter from his pocket. ”Take a look for yourself, then you’ll believe me. An Hao, I would never lie to you, nor would I joke about something like this.”

Hearing Yan Ye’s words, An Hao’s head buzzed loudly.

She hurriedly tore open the envelope, her hands even trembling a bit.

As the familiar phrases on the letter paper caught An Hao’s eyes, tears instantly blurred her vision, the content becoming more and more familiar.

The words on this paper revealed Qin Jian’s earnest longing and his eager hope for reunion.

Seeing this letter, An Hao could even imagine the scene of him writing it. She truly wondered how he had managed to escape death.

She wondered how his injuries were now. She wondered how he had survived these days.

Emotions surged in An Hao’s heart, like a tumultuous ocean wave.

A vague, intense emotion was building up inside her, making her want to cry, to laugh, and even to shout...

All those days of wandering, anguish, and forced strength vanished in that moment!

An Hao felt as if the huge boulder pressing on her chest had shattered in an instant, the dark days had ended, and she was about to welcome a new life with Qin Jian.

”Is this news good enough? Isn’t it exciting?” Yan Ye’s gaze was as gentle as moonlight spilling over her.

Overwhelmed, An Hao was speechless, her eyes brimming with tears as she nodded fervently.

Now, she finally understood the meaning of that dream.

The days spent wandering in darkness were brought to an end by a sudden ray of sunlight. After that, it was Qin Jian’s appearance.

That ray of sunlight was Yan Ye.

Zhang Yun woke from sleep, suffering from several days of insomnia; she couldn’t bear it last night and, with the help of two sleeping pills, she had slept soundly all night.

After waking up, she hadn’t yet recovered from the grief of losing a child when she heard voices and sobs coming from the living room.

She walked out of the bedroom and immediately saw An Hao standing at the door, crying her eyes out.

”An Hao. Don’t cry, if you cry... Mom can’t bear it either,” Zhang Yun’s heart felt as if it were clogged with thick cotton, and the experience of losing a child twice was too painful for her to bear.

An Hao slowly turned around, her face covered in tears yet beaming with joy, ”Mom, Qin Jian isn’t dead! He wrote to me.”

”Really... really?” Zhang Yun, trembling, took the letter, and sobbed so hard she couldn’t speak, ”Heaven... has eyes! My son is coming back.”

”Yes. He’s coming back.” After saying this, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law embraced, letting their tears flow freely.

It took a good while for the two of them to calm down.

Wiping her tears, Zhang Yun said, ”An Hao, where is Qin Jian? Let’s quickly bring him back.”