After sending off Li Xingyuan, Li Mu lit the lamp and trimmed the wick, opening the letter he had just received.
As he was about to read it, a voice called from outside: "Miss Qin is here!"
Li Mu frowned: "I won't see her!" He unfolded the letter in his hand.
Familiar handwriting entered his eyes like a gentle stream, warm and soothing, filling him completely, leaving no part untouched.
Unconsciously, his brows softened, and the corners of his lips tilted slightly as he read Miss Tang's letter word by word.
"Winter has arrived, and with the bandit hunts mostly in the mountains, it must be colder than in the Capital City. Don't forget to add clothing and food..."
That was certain; his winter clothes had all been prepared by her, and he was already wearing them. As for extra food—
Li Mu hesitated for a moment and instructed outside: "Make a bowl of lamb soup cake!"
"Eating lamb so late? Tsk tsk, aren't you afraid of the heat?" Qin Rong's teasing laughter came from outside.
