Mu Qiancheng covered the letter paper, then turned his head to look at his comrades, and asked lightly, "Are you all very idle?"
The comrades immediately dispersed upon hearing this, saying, "Not idle, not idle, we're very busy."
It was a joke, if they dared to say the word 'idle', they could guarantee they'd be doing at least a five-kilometer run later. So, a wise man submits to circumstances. Although the gossip in their hearts was clamoring, they chose to hold back for now.
Anyway, sooner or later, they would know who Mu Qiancheng was writing to.
After the comrades left, Mu Qiancheng finally felt at ease to write the letter again. However, when he started to write, he paused. He had many things he wanted to say to Jiang Xue, but he was afraid of scaring her and didn't know how to write them for a moment.
