Zhang Shifen thought of Zhou Juan who had already been a sent-down youth in the Great Northwest for over a year, "Do you still keep in contact with Zhou Juan?"
"Yes." Ever since Zhou Juan went to the Great Northwest to become a sent-down youth, she would write letters to her.
Although they weren't frequent, one letter every two or three months, in Zhou Lina's eyes, it was still quite surprising.
Before their falling out, they were good sisters, good friends; it was perfectly normal for Zhou Juan to write her letters.
But who didn't know that Zhou Juan's decision to become a sent-down youth, especially to the Northwest, had Zhou Lina's hand in it?
Any other person would have severed ties with her; writing letters would be utterly impossible.
And yet, Zhou Juan continued to write her letters without fail, which Zhang Shifen really couldn't understand, "Telling you how hard she has it over there, what for?"
