In the pitch-dark wilderness, there was a campfire and a lantern.
Under the lantern, a stunningly beautiful woman was reading a letter, her lips curling into a mix of annoyance and amusement, stirring the hearts of those who saw her.
If anyone had suddenly entered this place, they would definitely think she was a literate fairy.
With a "snap", the burning firewood broke the silence of the dark night.
Qi Yue added two logs to the fire, stretched lazily, and put the letter back into the box.
She thought about it and decided to write a letter to Zhao Xiyan about this, finding it somewhat amusing that she was jealous of herself.
So, she pulled out paper and ink and began writing under the light.
[Dear gorgeous brother, my future husband, I'm sorry I did not read the letter in your box earlier. Today, after reading it, I realized I had misunderstood something...]
