It had already been a month. She hadn't seen Li Tingyan, hadn't heard his voice, didn't know how he was doing now, what the conditions were like over there, whether he could get enough to eat, whether he was suffering or hurt; the more she thought about it, the more miserable she felt.
Of course, at this moment, what Nianyang wanted most was to be able to hold him and admire the snowy scenery together.
But she could only think about it. Let alone holding him, she hadn't even received a single letter.
Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao appears—outside came the sound of a ringing bell. It was the messenger riding his bicycle, delivering letters door to door. Before he even called out to the Chu Family, Nianyang's eyes lit up and she hurriedly ran out at top speed.
"Hello, may I ask if there's a letter from Li Tingyan?"
"Oh my, Yangyang, slow down, the ground is really slippery!"
