The Spring Festival Gala ended at midnight, and by the time Fu Yurou returned to the Ling family home, it was nearly one o'clock in the morning. Despite being exhausted, she found herself unable to sleep.
Gazing at the night sky outside the window, she could still hear the faint sounds of firecrackers. Her thoughts drifted to Ling Zihan. Where was he on this New Year’s Day, and what was he doing?
After watching the night sky for a while, Fu Yurou took out some stationery to write a letter. The previous letter had only been mailed a few days ago; given the current speed of postal communication, it was likely still on its way and had not yet reached him. However, being alone in a strange city left her feeling unsettled, and she simply wanted something to occupy her mind. Writing had become her only way to vent.
Chapter 332