Ruan Jiaojiao read the letter over and over again, and found that apart from her home's address, there was really no information about the sender.
"Could it be a love letter from some young girl to him?" Ruan Jianguo looked full of suspicion, even holding the letter up to the light as if trying to see clearly what was written inside.
Ruan Jiaojiao also thought it was strange; even though communication wasn't yet advanced, her family had cell phones, and even if they didn't, there was a landline. She couldn't think of anyone who would still write a letter.
Ruan Jiaojiao held the letter in her hand, without opening it, just waiting for Duan Xi to come back.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Duan Xi arrived home on time. When he passed through the living room, he saw Ruan Jiaojiao lying on the sofa, paused his steps, and walked over lightly, intending to scoop her up, but as soon as his hand reached under her neck, Ruan Jiaojiao woke up.
