An Ning's heart stirred slightly.
She didn't expect such high efficiency.
An Ning did not undress to sleep; she got off the bed directly and walked towards the door.
Outside the door, the cold wind was biting.
Du Jianghong entered the tent, still covered in snow.
"The letter." Du Jianghong handed the letter to An Ning.
An Ning opened it.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
The letter was written in Xiao Jinxing's handwriting, which she recognized at a glance.
At this moment, looking at his familiar handwriting, her eyes suddenly reddened a bit.
The letter contained only two words, "Promise."
The two meticulous words gave a clear reply, yet revealed none of his emotions.
Xiao Jinxing also feared that in such a situation, a slight slip could lead to utter ruin.
An Ning could imagine Xiao Jinxing's restrained emotions when he wrote these two words.
She pressed her lips lightly, silently adjusting her own emotions.
