Li Luru's lips curved slightly. She looked at the date on the letter, did a bit of counting, and figured he was probably already on the road by now; he'd likely arrive in Funan in a little over a month.
He'd even asked her to write back. But thinking it through, if she wrote now and sent it to the Capital City, he definitely wouldn't receive it; if she sent it straight to him, she had no idea where he was at the moment. So in the end, she decided to forget it.
"Little Sister, I heard someone sent you a letter. Who was it?" Third Young Master Li swaggered in, grabbed a piece of fruit from the table, and took a bite.
Li Luru was quite headachey over his unruly ways. "Third Brother, you're about to get married—can you at least try to look a bit proper?"
