Li Xiaobao took out a heart-shaped piece of folded letter paper from the envelope, with a faint fragrance that seemed to be Zhang Ling's scent.
Looking at this heart-shaped letter, Li Xiaobao was reluctant to open it, after all, it was personally folded by Zhang Ling, but he was curious about its content, so in the end, he opened it.
The beginning of the letter read:
Xiaobao:
Even though you've been too busy recently and haven't called me much, I actually have some small grievances.
But I know, you care about me and would be worried if I left.
But don't worry, I'm really fine. I want to give you a surprise, so I had to be a bit mysterious. You don't need to look for me; I'm very safe.
However, as your future wife, it's my fault not to tell you where I'm going. You're generous and surely won't hold it against a little woman like me, right?
Haha! I might even act spoiled in front of you, as my mom says that spoiled women have the best lives.
