"A letter,"
Yu Wenye didn't even lift his head as he wrote, "I promised Father that once we settled in Luoyang, I'd write him a letter to let him know we're safe."
Shang Ruyi walked up behind him and peeked over his shoulder.
Yu Wenye's wrist was slender with protruding bones, which made it appear very strong. Even when holding a pen, it was as if he were wielding a weapon. As the pen's tip fell, each word appeared upright and vigorous, much like himself.
The last time she saw his calligraphy was on their wedding day, in that romantic bridal poem, completely different from now.
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi's face couldn't help but turn a little red.
As Yu Wenye continued writing, he caught a faint scent at his nose, reminiscent of milk. He couldn't help but turn his head to see Shang Ruyi, dressed in a thin long dress, her hair was still slightly damp. Because the weather was still very warm, after bathing, she exuded a faint sweet aroma that belonged to her.
