After feeding the peaches, Mo Yan warmed her hands and spread out a sheet of white paper to reply to the letter. This was already the eighth one. His letters were always brief, and at first her replies were brief as well, but gradually she found herself writing more and more. Now, she could no longer fit everything on one piece of paper.
Once the letter was written and folded, she stuffed it into the envelope. Mo Yan thought for a moment and then took out a pair of leather gloves she had made herself from Space. Caressing the soft and warm gloves, she picked up a small cloth bag next to her, stuffed them inside, and was about to tie it to Maomao's back when her hand paused and she hesitated.
