A simple piece of stationery, but there should be many sheets inside.
Yao Qing handed the envelope to Yu Yanshen.
"My dad asked me to give this to you."
Yu Yanshen was peeling a freshly boiled tea egg; Yao Qing was crying so hard that nothing tasted right, and a tea egg was easier to swallow.
He wiped his hands and took the envelope.
"Hmm, I'll look at it after dinner."
He didn't seem particularly excited, nor did he appear uninterested.
Yao Qing looked at him a few times, felt the dry ache in her eyes again, and simply bowed her head and focused on her food.
The piece of stationery was next to him; he caressed it, glanced at it a few more times, and then placed it back on the table.
Although she had slept a while during the day, she was so exhausted that she felt woozy and overwhelmed with fatigue.
Yao Qing took a bath, blow-dried her hair until it was half-dry, and then lay down to sleep.
