Walking into the study, Sun Yu saw a tall stack of letters neatly arranged on the desk. The envelopes at the bottom were already slightly yellowed, and his eyes suddenly felt a little sore.
He picked up a letter and looked at the cover; it was from Wei Yuan. Then he picked up another one, also from Wei Yuan.
Just like that, during the years Sun Yu was in seclusion and never went out, Wei Yuan kept writing letters, not caring that he never received a reply.
Sun Yu gently caressed the letters with fingers as clear as jade, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, murmuring to himself: "… I wonder what my Yong'an City has developed into now."
The maid responsible for cleaning the study chuckled and said: "Young master, for the years you've been in seclusion, this person has been writing to you all the time! If I didn't know he was a man, I'd think you'd bewitched the soul of some girl!"
"Don't talk nonsense. This person is my fellow disciple."