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　　Chapter 616: Seeing My Love, Thinking of the Twilight?

　　This wish room was personally built by Dean Chi.

　　This should have been President Chi's dorm room, but President Chi took out the room that was less than 100 square meters as his wish room.

　　The children who were adopted by the orphanage all had some self-abas.e.m.e.nt or depression.

　　They didn't want to communicate with others, they only wanted to suppress their little thoughts in their hearts.

　　After a child with mild autism committed suicide by jumping off a building, President Chi set up the hut.

　　The room was simple and crude, with rows and rows of simple metal boxes that were about the size of a child's schoolbag. There was a lock on each of the metal boxes.

　　Princ.i.p.al Chi would give these metal boxes to those children who had thoughts but did not want to communicate with others. She made the children write their wishes on paper and lock them in iron boxes.

　　Director Chi also told the children that their loved ones would be in heaven to protect them and see them. And he would reply to them.

　　At first, the children did not believe it. But ever since their children had received a letter from their loved ones in heaven, they had all believed it.

　　Actually, Xueluo knew that the replies sent from heaven by his relatives had all been written by Princ.i.p.al Chi and Aunt Kan.

　　In this world, there was indeed someone like Director Chi who loved no boundaries.

　　Aunt Kan found Xueluo's key and let him open his own metal chest.

　　When Xueluo saw the letters in the iron chest, he couldn't stop his tears from rolling down.

　　Aunt Kan patted Xueluo's back, but didn't say anything comforting about it.

　　Aunt Kan was dumb. She couldn't speak. Her life slowly pa.s.sed by in silence. However, what it brought to those children were happiness, and it had a voice and a color.

　　The envelope was turning yellow. Xueluo took out the letter from inside.

　　On it was his own childish handwriting.

　　[...] Last night, w.a.n.g Ma cooked my favorite Eastern Slope Meat; I really wanted to eat it, so I couldn't wait to pick it up with my chopsticks … But Xia Yiqi also took a liking to that piece of meat, she couldn't s.n.a.t.c.h it away from me, so she used her chopsticks and slapped the back of my hand hard … When the meat fell to the ground, my aunt shoved it back into my bowl, saying that I must eat it and not waste it.