Beijing.
Jiang Danhe tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. It had been many days since he sent the letter to Xiaoguo. Enough time should have passed for the reply letter to reach him. Why was there still no sign of it?
Were the hints in his letter too subtle that Xiaoguo did not manage to catch them?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Jiang Danhe was losing sleep. If he had known, he wouldn't have dropped hints. He would have directly told her that he was hoping for her reply. He also wished for them to write more frequently in the future…
He should have known better. From now until next spring, he would have nothing to look forward to.
After falling asleep in a daze, he woke up again not long after. The reason was that Li Shouji, who was simply looking for trouble, had been creating a commotion outside again. He could hear him even if he was a hundred miles away.
