(Little Black Skin - Light Fresh Literature) Little love letter on the ceiling.

(hellos) He and she being together seemed like a natural thing. Both had reached marriageable age, enthusiastic elders had arranged a matchmaking, their family backgrounds, appearances, and jobs were considered well-matched. Anyone would say this was a good union.

Both of them were people with stories. In a modern city, everyone has a past. As long as they had tacit understanding when together and felt accompanied during lonely times, that was already very good. His love with his ex-girlfriend began and ended in college; just a few days ago he received a wedding invitation that she sent. She had also held someone else's hand before, yet never mentioned any details about her past relationships to him. He didn't insist on knowing the whole story; as long as the present her was happy with him, everything else wasn't important.

However, his mother was very curious and couldn't help asking the matchmaker: “Xiaoya is such a good girl, how could her previous relationship end without results?”

The matchmaker showed a troubled expression, hesitating to speak. Seeing this, his mother's face grew solemn. Only he said calmly and lightly: “It's okay, but it's fine to tell us.”

Through the matchmaker's rambling, he learned that her ex-boyfriend had died of cancer. During the final stages of his life, she took care of him throughout, which was deeply moving. After her ex left, she had been unwilling to face love, until she met him and regained her smile.

The matchmaker kept praising the girl's strength and virtue, and his mother nodded repeatedly. Deep in his heart, he silently vowed: from now on, he would cherish this good woman even more than before.

One day, she frantically called him, telling him helplessly: “The light in the living room suddenly went out.” He rushed to her place, bringing a ladder to replace the bulb. After removing the lampshade, he noticed something on the ceiling. He thought it was dust and asked her to fetch a cloth from the kitchen. To his surprise, it couldn't be wiped off. Stuck, he simply replaced the bulb for the time being.

When the living room light was restored, he heard her small cheer, which filled him with a sense of pride and joy. However, when he put the lampshade back, he finally saw that the thing on the ceiling was several lines of writing! Rubbing his eyes and leaning closer, he saw bold penmanship:

“Hey, luckier brother: I love Xiaoya as deeply as you do. I once thought of spending my life with her, but this may be the last time I change a light bulb for her.”When you see these words, it is also the time I am sending blessings to you and Xiaoya. Please cherish her. She deserves it. Please tell Xiaoya: I love her.” He froze on the spot, his eyes moist. She tilted her head up and called him: “What are you daydreaming about? Come down quickly!” He said softly: “Darling, I'm going to read you a little love letter written on the ceiling…”