The letter to Grandpa Sang and Grandma Sang wasn't very long, but it was full of greetings to the two elders and also shared their daily life.
In the evening, when Sheng Zexi came in with food through the wind and snow, he didn't see his little wife in the living room, but instead saw these two letters.
When he saw there was one written to his grandparents, his heart was slightly moved, and his gaze softened.
"You're back."
The familiar soft voice made Sheng Zexi turn around and see the charming and graceful figure walking in.
"Yeah, I even got some food. I'll stir-fry a meat dish later."
"You wrote a letter?"
"Yes, since we're already here, we still need to write a letter to let them know we're safe. But I plan to wait a couple of days, go around the local market, buy some local specialties, and send them over as New Year's goods."
After all, it's just over a month until the New Year, and the time it takes for letters to go back and forth is long, so not many can be written.
