The dilapidated old town district.
"What, a reply from Dad?"
When Xu Yuanyuan took the letter from Lin Yuan's hand, her excitement flushed her face red.
She was at a loss for a moment and asked, "Wasn't it said that because the place is special, letters aren't allowed to be sent back?"
"It's not that it's not allowed, it's just very unlikely, which is why I told you not to get your hopes up. I was afraid the greater your hope, the greater your disappointment. But in fact, it's not impossible. Take this letter, for instance, I'd like to call it the power of miracles. Anyway, this letter indeed reached your hands..."
Lin Yuan handed it to her, saying, "You should have a look yourself."
Xu Yuanyuan took the letter.
She carefully opened it, saw the beginning, and exclaimed with joy, "Yes, this is from Dad, everyone calls me Yuanyuan, only Dad calls me Xiaoyuan."
Hearing this, Lin Yuan let out a soft sigh.
"Uncle, why do you look so unhappy when that sister is so thrilled?"
