These letters, stacked thickly, were stored in a box. The person in charge of Changfeng Building in Jiangnan knew the importance of these letters but did not dare to linger, so he simply bowed and then backed away.
Li Guanyi cradled these letters, sitting under the pavilion in the courtyard he was in at that moment, placing the wooden box beside him. This was the backyard of Changfeng Building, next to the pavilion was a lotus pond, with water babbling through.
Next to the pond, there was a plum tree, but since it was midsummer, naturally, there were no plum blossoms to be seen. Li Guanyi sat in the shade, picked up the stack of letters, and pulled one out to start reading. This letter was not the first reply from Xue Shuangtao to a young girl's letter.
It dated back to last winter.
Upon opening it, the letter paper seemed to be dyed a light pink, and the handwriting was delicate and elegant.
