Happy when I woke up again, the man was not there. The table is a sheaf of notes and a piece of paper.
Happy and crying, trembling, picked up the paper, above is a man for the heart of hearts," I can't take you away. I want to hide. With the money, to a place where no one knows you open a shop, looking for a good man to marry. Do not look for me. Xiangruyimo better forget themselves in the rivers and lakes."
Cry for a long time. Cried enough, can wipe your tears, packed their things, left the although she is the first to come, but very nostalgia.
Happy to find that the man. For that righteous man. Poor and how? Life does not see the sunlight again how? Happy to know you love him, he is a good man, this is enough. Not?