I plug the USB flash disk into my computer and open the folder.
There is only a video.
I click the video open with a trembling hand.
It even takes several clicks before the folder is clicked on.
As the video is clicked open, Frances’ charming face appears.
In the video, he wears a faint smile.
He gazes at the screen silently, but I feel he is staring at me.
As he speaks out the first word, tears can’t help welling up my eyes.
Lately, it seems that I have cried a lot.
But the truth is that I’m not such a sentimental person.
The words he said is nearly the same as old Mr Louis wrote in the letter.
“Jane, if you’re watching this video, perhaps I have left the world already.”
I take a look at the man lying outside, which more or less gives me some consolation.
He is still there.
At least, he is with me now.
I wipe my blurred eyes and continue watching the video.
He always wears a calm expression but I can see the pain and tiredness in his eyes.
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