I am safe and well here, you do not need to worry. Today, something happened. Your cousin has hit Zheng Haimei because...
He rambled on and on, and at the end of it he signed off as "Your loving husband, Han Dongchen".
Su Xiaowan had received several letters like this, and they seemed to grow increasingly affectionate.
She thought to herself, wasn't he a soldier? Aren't soldiers supposed to be blunt and direct in their communication?
Han Dongchen usually didn't speak much, so why was it that once he started writing letters, he couldn't stop? He even shared details about his meals.
And then there's Su Yunfang. Good for her, Zheng Haimei must be furious.
Su Xiaowan skimmed through the letter, then tucked it into her small purse. She looked at the pile of letters she'd received over the past few days, nestled securely in her bag, then silently crawled into bed.
Even if there was some lingering love, how did that matter? What must be cut off still had to be cut off.
