Lu Heting could imagine what she had looked like when she wrote these letters. She had always been free and easy. Perhaps she did not want to be hypocritical.
It turned out that she had given him a position in her heart all along. In the past five years, she often thought of him.
He looked at every word on the letter and slowly calmed himself down. He understood the fear she had for her family because he had personally experienced it when she was confronted with the Su family.
He did not blame her for the five years of separation. He only felt sorry for her because she had to endure the sharp swords of her family alone.
Holding the letter in his hand, Lu Heting froze like a statue on this dark night for a long time before finally putting it down.
Lu Heting sat down and picked up another letter.
