Waiting, it's a torment.
Counting the passing days, from dawn till dusk, always feels extraordinarily lengthy.
Especially in this time of waiting, we must face the rumors that have emerged due to Lu Jiang not having sent any news in several months.
"Xiaoxue, the new house is built, you don't suppose their family is going to back out?" Feng Eryi was genuinely worried, "Think about it, it's been months since the New Year, and there hasn't been a peep about Lu Jiang sending you a letter."
Feng Qingxue noticed that a number of resting neighbors had perked up their ears and forcefully laughed aloud, "Why would they? Last time Ajiang sent me a letter, he mentioned he'd been assigned a task and wouldn't be able to communicate with me for a long time! When he will be able to write again, or when he can come home, all depends on the country's decisions."