Qin Jian suddenly remembered that in the past few days, a trainee had collected his mail for him.
He asked who had written it, and the communications officer said it was from a woman named Song Yueqin.
The first letter he opened looked at it, and it contained nothing significant—just a love poem. He thought there had been a mistake and casually tossed it aside.
After that, perhaps thinking the letter was sent in error, no one brought any more to him.
It was only now that he recalled that in the small town, there was a girl who, together with An Hao, had asked for his address to write to him. Initially, he had given his address hoping An Hao would be the one to send him a letter, harboring a faint expectation in his heart.
"I didn't know it was your letter; I thought it was a mistake!" Qin Jian said indifferently, "Don't write to me anymore."
Song Yueqin did not expect Qin Jian to say such a thing and stood rooted to the spot for two seconds before her face turned crimson.