Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 720: Chapter 720: It Turns Out He Wrote It

After a night’s sleep, An Ruo ate something the next morning and went out to work. As she was passing by the security room, the security guard on duty called out to her.

"Miss An, you have a letter."

"A letter for me?" An Ruo was perplexed, as she had never received a letter before. Who could have sent it to her?

The security guard handed her the letter, a white envelope with her name written on it, but no sender’s information. The envelope was thin and weightless, containing only a single sheet of paper.

In an era where people were accustomed to phone calls and video chats, no one wrote letters anymore. Letter-writing was too traditional, and the delivery too slow. She was genuinely puzzled as to who could have sent it.

Once at the studio, An Ruo locked herself in her office and opened the envelope.

[An Ruo, this is the first letter I have written to you, and the first letter I have ever written in my life. I know you don’t want to hear me speak, but I implore you to read what I’ve written to the end.]

she knew who it

Tang Yuchen, unbelievably penned

whether to read on. She knew what he would say, and she didn’t

the use of reading it? She had made herself clear, so why couldn’t

in the drawer without continuing and

she would immerse herself completely, forgetting everything around her. By the time she finished a painting, it

lunch. An Ruo tidied up the freshly finished painting and went out to eat with them, forgetting about the letter

quickly came for her to leave the office in the afternoon, and

moment, then went over to take out the letter and put it in her bag before heading

the way home, she pondered whether to finish the letter, unsure

bed, An Ruo thought for a while and decided to take out the letter from

paragraph. Skipping the first paragraph, she

no matter what I say now, you won’t care. It’s my fault for not treasuring you enough, for having lost your affection for me a long time ago. But still, I want to tell you what’s in my