The paper was in hand, and Yu Xia couldn't focus on anything else.
Wei Yaoyao stared at her resentfully for a while, but she ignored it.
Finally, the three of them huddled together again, squatting in the corner to carefully examine the love letter.
On the yellowed paper, some Chinese characters and numbers were scrawled crookedly, along with a few incomplete English words.
Strangely, besides these, there were also solitary letters labeled next to them.
For example, three-3-water, followed by an s.
Yu Xia shared her guess with Xie Qingci and Wei Yaoyao, intuitively believing that the key lay in these solitary labeled letters.
Wei Yaoyao: "We've tried the numbers; Chinese is impossible. It has to be words and letters. There's quite a string of numbers, which would be very long if translated into complete words. The letters are indeed the most likely."
Xie Qingci also nodded, squatting beside them, took Yu Xia's phone decisively and said, "Let's try it once."
