「Capital City.」
Pei Yan wrote to Mei Wanying every day, and even just recounting trivial matters brought him a sense of happiness.
He suddenly understood what Mei Wanying must have felt during the first bloom of her love—where did she find so much energy to send him letter after letter?
She had told him every little detail of her day.
When you loved someone, you had an endless supply of things to say, and not being able to see them didn't change that.
Pei Yan hated his past self for not cherishing what he had. Time couldn't be turned back; all he could do was hold on to the present.
He noticed that Mei Wanying's replies were arriving faster and faster, yet the delivery route hadn't changed, nor had the couriers. They were all still riding between the two locations with the greatest possible speed.
The travel time couldn't possibly vary by that much.
The man lowered his gaze, his expression thoughtful.
Every time a letter arrived, Ah Yin would reply to him immediately.
