Time, in this way, quietly slipped away amidst the arduous daily training.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
Yun Chuan had finally adapted to the training of running a lap around the yellow dirt road while wearing a vest weighing several hundred catties.
From being so exhausted he couldn't move after one lap, to now still having energy left after finishing it, his progress could be described as miraculous!
It was foreseeable that his next training would gradually increase in volume.
From running one lap, it would gradually become two, then three… until he reached a certain level, then he would switch to a heavier vest.
On this day, Yun Chuan was granted a rare day off.
After all, training should be balanced; even if the body could endure daily training, the mind would grow weary.
Therefore, relaxing and allowing the tightly strung cord in one's mind to loosen appropriately, a proper rest was very necessary.
Early in the morning, Yun Chuan, having finished washing up, just opened his door, intending to take advantage of today's rest to explore Spirit City.
However, as soon as the door opened, he found a servant already waiting for a long time.
The servant was holding a letter, on the envelope of which were four large characters: 'For Little Chuan's Eyes Only.'
Yun Chuan was first startled, then looking at the letter signed by Qian Renxue on the cover, a surprised expression appeared on his face as he said, "Sister Xue has sent me another letter."
After speaking, he snatched the envelope and then closed the door.
Inside the room.
Yun Chuan, holding the envelope, went to the desk by the window, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Then he eagerly tore open the envelope, took out a letter paper filled with delicate small characters, and began to read quietly.
The content of the letter mostly consisted of Qian Renxue complaining about how boring her life as a Crown Prince undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire was, as well as some daily trivial matters, and also asking if he missed his sister and so on.
Yun Chuan read very carefully, savoring the emotions between her lines, a faint smile appearing on his face, which, illuminated by the morning sunlight outside the window, was so beautiful it seemed not to belong to the mortal World…
Qian Renxue was about ten years older than him.
When he was still a baby, she often came to play with him and accompany him in mischief.
Originally, if there were no accidents, the two should have grown up together, becoming childhood sweethearts, innocent and inseparable.
Unfortunately, when he was two years old, Qian Renxue, in order to prove herself to the Female Pope and gain her mother's approval, volunteered to go undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire.
First, she plotted to eliminate the Heaven Dou Grand Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe, and then used a Spirit Bone skill to disguise herself as him, taking his place!
Up until now, she had been undercover as the Grand Crown Prince Xue Qinghe in the Heaven Dou Empire for four years.
During these four years, Qian Renxue would return to Spirit Hall approximately every three or four months, resting for two or three days each time, then she had to return to the Heaven Dou Empire, as her disguised identity could not be missing for too long.
Otherwise, it would be easy for people to spot flaws, rendering all her previous efforts futile.
As for writing letters, there was no such restriction; she could write whenever she wished.
Then, she would have someone deliver it back to him, and it would suffice to have it reach his hands.
Sometimes, Qian Renxue sent more than twenty letters within a month; other times, when she was busy, only one letter would arrive every two or three months.
She would chat with him about her recent situation and confide her troubles to him.
Yun Chuan also generally replied to her letters each time, describing his recent situation and including his thoughts.
The two maintained contact through letters in this way, keeping abreast of each other's recent circumstances.
Their feelings did not weaken in the slightest due to the limitation of distance.
Instead, it was because of the beauty created by distance, coupled with the fact that some things were difficult to say in person but could be written without as many reservations.
Thus, imperceptibly, Qian Renxue subconsciously developed a slight dependence on Yun Chuan, and her feelings for him were silently changing.
The affection between them over these years, not only did not diminish due to being separated, but instead became even more intimate than before.
After carefully reading the contents of Qian Renxue's letter, Yun Chuan carefully refolded the letter paper and put it back into the envelope.
Then, he took out a brocade box from his spirit tool, placed it on the table, and opened it.
Inside, a large stack of envelopes was piled up, all of which were Qian Renxue's letters from over the years; he had kept them all preserved in this box.
Placing the newly arrived letter into the brocade box, closing the lid, and returning it to the spirit tool, Yun Chuan pulled open the drawer under the desk, took out a brand new piece of letter paper from inside, then reached for a neatly hanging row of brushes on the desk, finally selecting a slender one.
Because his hand was too small, using too large a brush would inevitably look awkward, and the characters he wrote would not be aesthetically pleasing.
Dipping the tip of the brush into the ink that had already been ground and prepared, Yun Chuan held the brush, furrowed his brow, and pondered for a moment before gently beginning to write on the white paper:
"—To the most lovely, most beautiful, most gentle, and kindest Sister Xue in the World.
Summer flowers bloom enchantingly, yet they are not as beautiful as you; the summer sun is infinitely bright, but it cannot compare to your warmth; the summer rain is cool and vast, how can it compare to a light kiss on your lips.
My thoughts are full, when shall we meet?
The most skilled painter cannot depict your beauty; the most exquisite poem cannot express my deep love for you.
My beloved girl, I am willing to transform into an angel, to forever guard you.
Two months have passed since your last return, and these mere sixty days, for me, have felt as long as sixty years.
I finally understand what the ancients meant when they said, 'One day apart feels like three autumns.'
I think of you in the most beautiful nights, I miss you in the deepest breaths, I feel you in the most pleasant moments, and in the most disheartened times, I know that having you in this World is already enough.
My longing for you surges like a tide every day, causing me countless sleepless nights.
Whether it's sunny, cloudy, or rainy, any day I can see you is a clear day; whether it's yesterday, today, or tomorrow, any day I can be with you is a beautiful day.
I infinitely miss our carefree times.
Whether you are by my side or at the ends of the Heaven, knowing there is a you in a corner of the World makes the entire World feel gentle and stable.
How I wish to go to the city where you are, to breathe the wind you breathe, to breathe the air you breathe, to walk the path you walk, to see the scenery of your life, to feel the temperature around you, to embrace you… (omitting several mushy phrases)
…Meeting you is the luck of my lifetime; your kindness to me always moves me to tears; therefore, I have made this most important decision: to spend all the remaining time of my life with you!"
After spending about an hour meticulously choosing words and racking his brain to finally concoct a mushy, cringeworthy love letter filled with sweet talk, Yun Chuan nodded in satisfaction.
Then he read it from beginning to end and was immediately disgusted with himself.
"Ugh~ This is too mushy."
Yun Chuan rubbed his arm, which was covered in goosebumps; even though he had written the letter himself, he was still disgusted by it.
But there was nothing he could do, as girls simply liked this kind of thing.
Girls loved to hear sweet words.
This letter, in his own opinion, was mushy and disgusting, but in a girl's eyes, that might not be the case.
He carefully folded the letter paper, which he had struggled to write, and put it into a blank envelope, then picked up his brush and wrote four large characters on the front of the envelope: 'For Sister Xue's Eyes Only!'
One letter was thus completed.
Yun Chuan, holding the sealed letter, walked to the door and opened it, only to see the servant who had delivered the letter still waiting quietly at the doorway, with his head slightly bowed.
Every time a letter was delivered, Yun Chuan would reply with one shortly after.
So, this servant had gained experience and simply waited at the door.
"Deliver this letter to Sister Xue's hands," he said, handing him the letter.
"Yes."
The servant solemnly received the letter with both hands, then bowed, and four spirit rings appeared around his body, three of which lit up, and he vanished from the spot in a flash.
But this was not Teleportation; it was merely an illusion caused by extreme speed.
Yun Chuan remembered that this person's Spirit had no offensive power, but he was excellent at delivering messages.
He heard that he was from the Speed Clan, but his Spirit had mutated, so he was ostracized.
Finally, he pledged allegiance to Spirit Hall.