Bai Yixuan saw the undeniable disappointment in her expression, and his heart clenched with her. He understood the feeling of being filled with hope only for it to be shattered.
Furrowing his brows in thought, he slightly parted his lips, "Xiaxia, you don't need to be too disappointed. If the bank doesn't have the information, we can try another approach."
"Another approach?" Ling Chuxia couldn't help but lift her eyes, her large, distinct black and white eyes looking at Bai Yixuan, filled with longing for hope and yet daring not to hope.
Bai Yixuan felt an increasing sense of heartache. He took a light breath and slowly nodded, "Yes, don't you still have a letter? We can trace the place it was originally mailed from; there might be clues there."
"The original mailing place?"
Just these few words sent Ling Chuxia tumbling into disappointment. She shook her head, her voice suppressed to a low whisper, "But... there's no address written on this letter at all."
