Meng Yunhan laughed, "I will make a mushroom sauce for dinner, it goes well with rice."
Whenever it came to delicious food, Ding Yuxiang had no objections. "Alright, alright."
At the beginning of school, Meng Yunhan received a letter. This letter disrupted her thoughts.
She held the letter tightly, her face as cold as frost, not opening it for a long time.
Three years in the countryside, almost three years of marriage, and she had finally received a letter.
She took a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears, but she couldn't control them.
"Hanhan, are you alright?" Zhang Menmen asked softly.
The others had seen Meng Yunhan's face turn pale, and the hand tightly holding the letter was turning white too. They would never believe that she was fine.
Meng Yunhan shook her head. "I'm fine, I'm fine."
She didn't open that letter for several classes.
