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.