Having finished the letter, Xia Chuyi's anger dissipated.
Looking at the bold "Letter Read" written on the paper, the more she looked, the more she couldn't help but laugh first.
How old was she? Still acting childish.
Upon further thought, she spread out another sheet of stationary and wrote another letter.
Within it, she briefly described her situation.
She told Huo Shiqian not to send letters for the time being, until she took over the shop in the county. After that, he could send letters directly to the shop.
She carried both letters with her as she made a trip to the post office.
After purchasing an envelope, she sealed the letter, affixed a stamp, and dropped the one with fewer words into the mailbox.
The post office collected and sent out mail once a day.
Therefore, she kept the longer letter in her embrace.
She planned to mail this letter tomorrow.
Childish or not, after all, she was "eighteen" years old; it was fitting for her to be a bit immature.