Outside the window, a sudden downpour slammed onto the tiles, crackling with a mixed sound, much like Qin Ming's mood, somewhat chaotic.
Upon seeing the letter, Meng Xinghai's first reaction was that someone was fishing!
This probability is quite high; Qin Ming has risen very quickly, perhaps someone is losing patience.
The night is as dark as ink, raindrops densely hitting the windows, raising thin smoke.
Qin Ming, concerned and confused, had been worrying about his grandfather's insufficient lifespan, afraid he might not see him again.
The handwriting on the smooth letter paper was very familiar.
During the rebirth phase, Qin Ming had often dreamt, recalling his childhood experiences, and indeed, this was his grandfather's handwriting.
He took a deep breath, quickly calming his emotions, knowing only a calm mind can handle various problems.
