Xie Heng quickly folded the letter paper and tucked it into the book, "This won't do. I'll write another one."
He picked up the pen again and thought for a long time before slowly writing a sentence, "The mountain has trees, and trees have branches."
The mountain has trees, and trees have branches, my heart delights in you, but you do not know.
After finishing writing, Xie Heng folded the letter paper again and placed it into the envelope.
Mo Zhu couldn't help but ask, "Young master, that's it? You just wrote one sentence!"
Xie Heng's face flushed slightly, "She will understand what I mean."
He handed the letter to Mo Zhu and earnestly instructed, "You'll go to the Duke Mansion tomorrow morning. Just say you're looking for Xiao Lu, but make sure no one notices."
Mo Zhu nodded, "I'll remember."
Early the next morning, Mo Zhu went out.
