When Jiang Danhe received the letter, he had just finished his work. It was a rare day off. Coincidentally, the letter arrived.
He couldn't wait to run back into the house. Looking at the especially thick envelope, his heart was filled with joy. After such a long period of correspondence, he could easily tell who had written it without opening the envelope.
Xiaoguo's letter was folded into a square, while Zhuang Zhuang's letter was folded into a rectangle. It was easy to tell after all this while.
The first thing he did was to take out Zhuang Zhuang's letter and put it aside.
Immediately after, he opened Xiaoguo's letter happily and read it carefully from beginning to end. He went through every word and sentence very carefully.
Holding a stack of letters, he smiled and yearned for Xiaoguo and Zhuang Zhuang. He felt so happy.
