"Tell me, who wrote love poems for you?"

What Hiram Bailey saw wasn't the content of the letter on the paper.

Instead...

He walked over and picked up the opened envelope lying beside the letter paper. The magnolia flower fire lacquer imprint on it was so conspicuous and had not been damaged. He rubbed his finger across the imprint, and Hiram's face gradually turned serious.

Seeing another torn envelope on the carpet, he bent down and picked up the two envelope pieces.

Just as he was about to spread them out and try to put them back together,

Lola Hussey suddenly rushed over like a gust of wind, snatching the envelope from Hiram Bailey's hand, hiding it behind her back, looking panicked as she cried out, "Brother."

"Hmm?"

Hiram Bailey looked at his excited sister, wondering why she had suddenly become so agitated.

"Lola, what's wrong?"

Seeing that his sister was only staring at him and not speaking, her expression very excited, Hiram asked worriedly.