"I still sometimes mistake sleeping beside Qingmei for sleeping in your arms."
It was just as he thought. Maintaining a long-distance relationship really did depend on a best friend handling the day-to-day upkeep, Le Yu thought.
More than half a month after Le Yu sent his letter, he finally received a reply from Qing Lan.
In the "secret letter" he had written, he had naturally included an address in Flame Capital where letters could be sent. In fact, Le Yu had already prepared himself for the first letter never reaching Qing Lan—who knew what the situation in Profound Candle Prefecture was like? In this world, it was perfectly normal for letters not to arrive.
In the old days, carriages and horses moved slowly, and letters were hard to deliver. A single letter could take a lifetime to arrive.
Most of Qing Lan's reply described her life and the current state of East Sun District. She had also concealed Jing Zhengwei's survival as Le Yu instructed and had already begun preparing to travel to Flame Capital half a year later.
As for the "business suggestions" Le Yu had offered, she planned to hand those ideas over to other people. The newspaper alone already kept her too busy.
As for why Le Yu would not return to Profound Candle Prefecture, why he had concealed his death, and why he had to stay in Flame Capital, she did not ask. Or rather, she believed Le Yu's explanation—that for the sake of their future, he needed to spend six months away on business in Flame Capital.
"No matter what you want to do, I'll stay with you until the end." Her reply was so cold. She would not even write a single "dear." Hmph, women.
Qing Lan did share one of Le Yu's concerns,