The weather was warming and while Yuan Xuelan was normally not bothered by the air growing hotter, he was wrought with frustration.
The changing weather served only to remind him of the elapsing time. And as time elapsed he felt that he was sitting idle for much too long. No letters he wrote Chen Anyue ever returned to him and somehow he had reached a point where he had his brush pressed down on the slab of ink, contemplating if he should write Chen Jiang instead.
He had news from Nan Chang at least, but the news had been detailing how she fled Reling and was making her way toward the capital city. Yuan Xuelan saw that her penmanship was rushed, odd for a secretly meticulous girl like Nan Chang…
But Yuan Xuelan trusted that Nan hang would eventually find safety.
Chen Anyue on the other hand…
At first he had hoped that it was the swarm of affairs that had fallen upon the south that made it difficult for her to respond.
