Along with the letter, there arrived a remittance receipt, bearing an amount of one hundred.
Xia Chuyi shook her head.
He actually sent money?
Setting aside the remittance receipt, her attention was more drawn to the letter.
Holding it cursorily, she eyed it with curiosity.
It still used the same military-exclusive kraft paper envelope, stamped with a vivid red postmark and familiar handwriting.
What was different, however, was that this letter was unusually thick.
The letter hadn't yet been opened, but the paper inside seemed about to burst out of the envelope.
Her bright eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Was Uncle Liberation Army really able to write such a thick letter?
A tinge of itchiness stirred in her heart.
Using the excuse of needing to rest, she returned to her room, closed the door, and with a flick of intention, entered her personal space.
She was ready to read the letter slowly.
Carefully tearing open the seal, she shook out a stack of thick letter paper.
