"It started to rain lightly in my manor, and the roses after the clearing are exceptionally vibrant. Looking at them, I thought of you..."
Next came a long string of nauseating, overly affectionate, utterly devoid of substance, and completely pointless romantic platitudes. Anyone reading the contents of this letter would undoubtedly remark: What an absolute, lovesick fanatic.
Wenxiu Lord glanced over it entirely, confirming that even he, the author, found the contents nauseatingly hard to stomach, before folding it up with satisfaction and slipping it into an envelope.
Chapter 233