Wen Yi had been right; he was not a man to make futile efforts.
Picking up letters in the rain was not as the guards and servants of the estate had thought... out of deep affection, wanting to keep all her belongings.
To him, such an act seemed just like silly self-indulgence, stupid actually.
Of course, he was not trying to display deep feelings to keep her as Wen Yi had imagined... Although Wen Yi felt he would show ten times the affection he actually had, that was how they felt, he never truly thought that way.
He picked up those letters simply because he wanted to read them, nothing more.
Even though the rain that night was so heavy that not a single letter could be kept intact, he was sure that even bits and pieces, hundreds of sentences whether complete or incomplete, would still convey a wealth of information.
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