A fiery red maple leaf fell out of the envelope, with a blank page of stationery—only it was not perfectly smooth, but spotted here and there.
It looked like water stains, as if they were drops of tears.
An Hao was puzzled, holding the paper in a daze.
Zhang Yun noticed her trance and gently patted her, pointing at the maple leaf in her hand and asking, "Who sent this bookmark?"
In that era, it was common for people to use various types of leaves to make bookmarks.
There were no maple leaves in their region, so upon seeing one, Zhang Yun naturally thought of a bookmark.
"I don't know," An Hao shook her head. The item was mailed to Qin Jian, and even he didn't have a clue, let alone anyone else.
"If you don't know, let it be. Quickly take a look at what Jianzi wrote to you," Zhang Yun said with a beaming smile, "Last time, he called and stressed repeatedly that I must bring the letter to you."