Xia Chuyi felt that since they were dating and already met so seldom, if they stopped writing letters to each other, it would be no different from being single.
So, since Huo Shiqian hadn't suggested they stop writing, she never brought it up.
By now, Xia Chuyi had grown accustomed to exchanging letters with Huo Shiqian.
Of course, she always reported the good news, not the sorrows.
Today's letter—
Huo Shiqian,
Upon receiving this letter, I hope all is well… Today, I met an old acquaintance of yours. He said that you are "calculative, scheming, sinister, and cunning." I was quite surprised and sighed deeply.
By the way, your old friend goes by the name Guo Jiacheng.
X Year, X Month, X Day.
Xia Chuyi.
After finishing the letter, she looked at it satisfiedly, this one somewhat tattling in nature, sealed it, and prepared to head out to mail it.
After placing the letter in the mailbox, Guo Jiacheng's subordinate, Xiao Zhen, coincidentally brought over the train ticket.
