Chapter 89: I Will Write More

Suddenly, Xia Chuyi thought of a possibility and asked him, "Huo Shiqian, tell me the truth, you didn't write me a letter today as well, did you?"

"Um, I did." Huo Shiqian nodded calmly, with an incredibly natural attitude.

"It's not that you wrote just a few words again, is it?" She was really very curious.

Huo Shiqian fell silent.

Xia Chuyi followed suit in silence.

Very good, this was a moment where silence spoke volumes.

"Um, maybe you shouldn't write anymore..." she carefully suggested.

That profoundly Liberation-Army-Uncle style of correspondence, one or two letters might have been okay, but any more than that, she feared she might go insane.

Huo Shiqian looked at her with a calm gaze, lifted his hand, and touched her head: "I'll still write. In the future, I'll write more words."

This was a promise.

Xia Chuyi looked at him skeptically and asked, "Are you sure?"

Why couldn't she bring herself to believe it?

...

Still a little silent.