Li Hanzhong still had many matters to handle in the evening.
Watching them leave the hospital, Jiang Yingqiong couldn't help but sigh lightly.
"What's going on? Isn't it a good thing that Xiao Sixth is discharged?"
"It is a good thing, I didn't say it wasn't," Jiang Yingqiong said. "I'm just wondering how Shuangshuang will react when she receives the letter. Will she immediately rush to the Capital City?"
Ah Liu had already written to Lu Shuangshuang yesterday, and the letter was sent by a courier.
She felt the envelope and thought it was very thin, probably just the thickness of a single page.
She thought if nothing else, after all these twenty years, and having gone through so much, he would at least write two or three pages. One page might not even be enough for an explanation; what could he write?
She asked Ah Liu what exactly he wrote in the letter, and he told her, "I told her, I'm still alive."
Could it really be just those few words?
