Nan Sichen asked behind her, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
"No need, no need, you seem tired, just rest." Qin Yin replied cheerfully.
Unexpectedly, the old man, Zhang Bo, turned around and said, "Why don't you first take a look at the young lady's letters? It has been a long time since you last visited, she sends letters almost every week, but you have never replied."
Qin Yin didn't understand what Zhang Bo was talking about. Who the hell was this 'young lady'?
"Bring them." Nan Sichen seemed a bit weary and heaved a sigh as he replied.
"Alright."
Zhang Bo seemed quite pleased that Nan Sichen was going to read the 'young lady''s letters. He chuckled till his eyes turned into slits, then quickly went inside the room to fetch a large stack of letters.
By Qin Yin's estimate, there had to be hundreds, if not thousands of them.
Qin Yin was a bit curious, who even writes letters these days? Isn't it easier and more convenient to use email?
