Dear Hye Jung, I’m writing this letter in case something happens to me. I can become disabled, or die during the surgery. Even animals don’t abandon their offspring. I wonder what’s wrong with your parents. That’s also your fate, though. At least you got lucky with me. It shouldn’t happen, but if I die, you can keep my savings. It’s now in your name. Study with that money. The people I envy the most are educated women. My back hurts, so I can’t write anymore.