The moment the letter was unfolded, the scent of ink mingled with a faint, unfamiliar aroma of peppermint wafted up. Zhao Shuzhuo’s pupils contracted sharply—it was the peppermint scent Yang Xiaohua always used.
As the first few characters met his eyes, a buzzing explosion erupted in his ears. His temples throbbed violently, and his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably, causing the letter paper to rustle in the night wind.
"Brother Zhao, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person."
Chapter 684