Looking at He Xibai, Guo Yuyun sneered, "You've found a new love interest, huh?" She just couldn't believe that those who were good-looking and lovesick would be faithful.
"Actually, you're wrong there," He Xibai replied as he ran into the room and came out with a stack of letters, tossing them beside the table. "Song Xizhi sends a letter almost every three days, without fail, asking if you're well, sharing amusing stories, and even asking if he can come to visit."
Guo Yuyun was taken aback by the thick stack of letters—at least a dozen or so. Had there not been so many, she wouldn't have realized how much time had passed. She put down her chopsticks and said, "Ever since I left, a letter every three days, without interruption."
"Yes, basically one every three days, never stopping. I feel so bad for him that I keep wondering what to do," He Xibai admitted.
Guo Yuyun looked at He Xibai and said, "What do you mean, you feel bad for him? Are you interested in him or something?"
