The cold winter wind swept through the pavilion. Qing Dai stood gracefully to the side, her almond-shaped eyes full of curiosity as she glanced at the figure by the stone table.
The Young Master had been gone for over half a month, and a letter had finally arrived.
She was truly curious about what news and experiences he had shared in the letter, but unfortunately, her lady had put the letter away securely, not letting her see a single bit of it.
However, from the slight crinkle at the corners of her lady's eyes, she could tell she was happy.
"My Lady, the Young Master wrote you a letter. You should write back—that will encourage him to write more. Letters require feedback. With some back and forth, you'll communicate more and have more to look forward to," Qing Dai said as she poured water for her lady.
At this moment, Meng Qiewei still had the appearance of Ji Meng.
She had also been consistently channeling Ji Meng's personality.
