However, Gu Qingxue did not seem to be at ease. From time to time, she would poke her head out of the door and glance in the direction of the kitchen, afraid that something might go wrong, or that the little one might accidentally get injured in the kitchen.
Fortunately, the kitchen had been peaceful all along, and there was not any particularly loud noise. It seemed that everything was going smoothly.
Gu Qingxue was gradually relieved, and then she found a small cloth pouch left behind by Lingbao.
There was a rectangular object in the small cloth pouch. Gu Qingxue picked it up out of curiosity. After opening it, she found that there was a letter inside.
The handwriting of the person who wrote the letter was very neat. Just by looking at the few words on the cover, she could imagine that it must be the handwriting left behind by someone with noble temperament. Otherwise, an ordinary person would not be able to write such beautiful words.
