By the time he unfolded the letter and saw the extremely beautiful and neat small script covering the page, his eyes instantly deepened immensely.
It was simply a contrast between saltlessness and beauty!
The handwriting on the envelope was like that of a child who had just learned to write in the first grade, yet the handwriting on the letter was graceful and beautiful, with the strokes suggesting a hidden strength, pleasing to the eye.
Looking at the handwriting, Meng Xinian's mind immediately conjured up an image of Chiang Xiao.
Right away, he had an intuition that this was Chiang Xiao's handwriting.
But then he found it unbelievable—could such beautiful handwriting belong to a thirteen-year-old child?
Even if she had started learning at the age of five, it would've taken a considerable amount of time to recognize all the characters, and at least a decade of practice to develop such skillful writing.
For a child!
But, a decade, Chiang Xiao?
Impossible!
