Originally, Chu Yi was not supposed to read these letters. However, curiosity prompted him to read several more in succession.
Each letter brimmed with Lin Wenguang's profound feelings of yearning for his girlfriend.
Thinking about how Lin Wenguang was no longer in this world, and how like many cultivators, he was also an ordinary person, Chu Yi unexpectedly felt a sense of melancholy wash over him.
It was just that Lin Wenguang was too shrewd for his own good. Had he been content being an ordinary member of society, living a simple life of his own, he too could have concluded his mundane existence.
After finishing the letters, Chu Yi handed them to Fu Bo.
Fu Bo took them and read two or three, then heaved a long sigh.
"If there's a chance in the future, we should send these letters to that girl. After all, they were once deeply in love," he said.
Chu Yi nodded.
