Shen Huatang was aware of this, so she could no longer be as outspoken as she had been before.
At this thought, she sighed. "In that case, I can only let General Jinghong down."
There was nothing she could do. She could only pretend that nothing had happened.
Of course, Chen Yi was unaware of what others were thinking. After finishing a landscape painting with a few deft strokes, he began to write a letter to Xiao Jinghong.
This time, he didn't write a poem as he usually did. Instead, he wrote a letter home in his capacity as her husband.
It was filled with warm inquiries and cheerful updates on his current situation.
At the end, however, Chen Yi thought for a moment and added a poem. He even made a point of writing it in his Perfection Realm Cursive Script:
"Threads of rain and needles of wind weave the late autumn air,
I laugh at my restless heart, which loves to climb the stair."
"The letter is written, like wild geese as clouds begin to part,
