Xu Jiangyu returned to his room, his gaze inadvertently falling upon an exquisite brocade pouch resting on the table. A surge of emotion stirred within him as he picked it up, a familiar sensation washing over him. Slowly, he opened the pouch to find a letter resting quietly inside. With slightly trembling hands, Xu Jiangyu unfolded the letter and beheld Wang Dong'er's graceful handwriting.
"Jiangyu, when you read this letter, I suppose I may lack the courage to tell you these things in person. I have been different from others since childhood; while most people awaken their Martial Soul at age six, mine awakened at four. Back then, I did not understand what it meant, feeling only that I was special. However, as time passed, I gradually discovered that such premature Martial Soul awakening had left me with unspeakable hidden injuries. I sought treatment everywhere, yet never found a cure. It was only later that I learned only by finding four stalks of Love-Heartbroken Red could my hidden injuries be healed. Jiangyu, I do not want to become your burden, nor do I wish for you to leave me because of my failing health. Yet, I cannot control my feelings for you. Whenever I see you, my heart fills with warmth and hope. Jiangyu, I know not what our future holds, but I want you to know that I truly love you. No matter what happens, I will always love you. If you are willing to accompany me in searching for the Love-Heartbroken Red, I shall be endlessly grateful. Should you choose ot…
Chapter 90