"Fool! Who says I don't miss you?"
Eight letters, Feng Qingxue read each one three, four, even five times, pressing them tightly to her heart, muttering to herself, smiling, until she smiled so hard she began to weep, hard to imagine the serious face of Lu Jiang as he wrote these letters.
"Fix this immediately, okay, I'm fixing it." Feng Qingxue immediately unfolded the paper after setting down the received letter, her brush flowing like water.
Once finished, she sealed the letter.
At lunch, Feng Qingxue said to her two nephews, "Tianjun, Acheng, come with me into the city tomorrow."
Lu Tianjun and Guan Cheng didn't question why, they just nodded, "Okay, aunt."
Father Lu asked out of concern, "Is something up? If there's no urgent need, just let those two boys run the errands, you rest at home." Her belly was getting bigger day by day and in this harsh winter, Father Lu was worried about her going out.