When Lord Shen returned, his face was very grim.

At that time, Zhan Xinjia was sitting on the corridor, leaning on the railing and admiring the moon.

A gust of wind swept through the room. She leaned against the red pillar, idly swinging her legs. The boundless moonlight cast a silvery glow on her thin shoulders, making them look like they were covered with a layer of snow.

Looking into the distance, amidst the long night and the north wind, all that could be seen was desolation.

A long shadow loomed over him. Zhan Xinjia slowly looked up and saw a young man standing before him, exuding a chilling aura.

His face was gloomy, and his dark pupils looked down at her condescendingly.

"Why did you leave first?"

Zhan Xinjia's eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her eyes to look at the withered leaves that had been blown onto her clothes by the wind, her tone indifferent.

"...because I was bored, so I wanted to come back early."

She felt her reasoning was reasonable, but the next second, the young man, unable to contain his emotions any longer, suddenly grabbed her shoulders with both hands.

She was startled, but he suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly, then bent down and pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her tightly, his knuckles pressing so hard that Zhan Xinjia felt her bones being squeezed.

He buried his face in her neck. Zhan Xinjia couldn't see his expression, but his shoulders were trembling slightly.

There was silence for a moment.

The autumn wind brings fallen petals, and in the still night, even the moonlight is so cold that it chills one to the bone.

His shoulders were damp with cold dew, his voice was no longer steady, and there was a pleading tone in his tone that he himself did not realize.

Are you angry because of what others said? You know perfectly well that I would never agree, you know perfectly well that those people or things are insignificant to me, you know perfectly well.

But when I turned around, you were gone.

I've been looking for you at the market for a long time...

At least, at least next time you want to go home, tell me first. I'll take you wherever you want to go. Don't just leave me without a word, okay? Ah Zhi, I'm really scared…”

I'm really afraid that one day you'll leave me.

Little Shen rarely showed such a vulnerable side in front of her. Feeling sorry for him, Zhan Xinjia reached out to hug him back, but after thinking about it, she just let her hands fall and quietly let him hug her.

"Next month is Master Shen's birthday. What gift would you like?"

Her question was completely unrelated to what we were discussing, and the transition was abrupt and awkward.

Even so, Shen Suqing was still surprised and delighted that she knew and remembered his birthday. There was no way around it; in front of Azhi, he was the cheapest and easiest person in the world to coax.

He crumbled the moment she softened her tone even slightly.

He let go of her hand, sat down beside her, and took her cold hand in his palm to warm it.

"It seems like it was light snow that day. I wanted to stay with Ah Zhi and read books together."

"It's so sticky, Master Shen..."

How will you know if it's sticky or not if you don't try it yourself?

As he spoke, Shen Suqing pretended to bend down to kiss her, but Zhan Xinjia laughed and dodged away, playfully pushing and shoving him back.

"Master Xiao Shen."

"Um?"

Write me a letter.

"Why write a letter when the person is right in front of you?"

"Never mind, just pretend I'm sticky too."

"..."

Shen Suqing did not understand, but respected.

The study lights were turned on, casting a warm yellow glow over the large pear wood bookcases. On the other side of the desk, the books were neatly arranged, with so many that they seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

Every time Zhan Xinjia comes in, she stares at him blankly for a while.

"Young Master Shen, are you really capable of reading all of these books?"

Shen Suqing chuckled and patted her head. "Silly child, there's a wealth of knowledge to be found in books."

Zhan Xinjia winked slyly at him.

"Hehe, then I'll steal the gold and not study!"

Shen Suqing remained silent; he was already used to his little girl's peculiar thought process.

He spread out the letter paper on the table, picked up the pen, and looked over with a smile in his beautiful phoenix eyes under the lamp.

"What do you want me to write?"

Zhan Xinjia didn't answer immediately; at that moment, her mind was filled with a jumble of old memories.

Her parents met, fell in love, and stayed together because of a letter that was sent to the wrong address. She was able to get close to Master Shen because she accidentally saw his name on a piece of Xuan paper when she woke up that day.

She thought she really had a connection with letters and paper.

Perhaps her life was like a letter that was sent out, aimlessly wandering through the world, never stopping for the first sixteen years, until finally someone held her tightly in their hands with great joy.

This is the recipient she's been waiting for, her final destination.

People often say that "a letter from home is worth a thousand pieces of gold." Although letters are often delayed for months or even years due to long distances, the unspoken longing during the wait for a reply can deepen the bond between people.

"Why are you spacing out again?"

A clear, melodious voice came from in front of him. Zhan Xinjia shook his head and curiously moved closer to the table.

He had just written the beginning.

【Azuma Zhanxin Jiatai Jian:

Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person; I am delighted to receive your letter...

The rest is still blank.

Zhan Xinjia suddenly felt a little embarrassed, lowered her eyes, twisted her fingers around the hem of her clothes, and her voice grew softer and softer.

"Does Lord Shen think my name is strange...?"

Actually, people have been saying this since I was a child.

They always say things like, "Oh dear, how uncultured must the Zhan couple be to choose such a casual name? They're so irresponsible!" or "How could they give their child such a name? It doesn't even sound like a proper name!"

Zhan Xinjia hadn't cared before, but now she felt somewhat wronged by it.

In a daze, a warm hand touched the top of her head.

The young man's voice was exceptionally gentle as he patiently coaxed her.

"Didn't Azhi say that your uncle and aunt met because of a letter that was sent to the wrong address? This name is perfect. You are both your parents' precious token of love and a continuation of their affection."

He paused, his expression softening even more.

"Moreover, I really like this name, I like it beyond words."

This is the first time someone has said they like her strange name.

For a moment, Zhan Xinjia forgot her grievances, looked up in confusion, and stared blankly at him with her misty eyes.

Shen Suqing carefully smoothed out the letter.

As he gazed at the simple yet beautiful words on the paper, his eyes were filled with tender affection, a look of deep reverence and respect.

“Ah Zhi thought, this way, I can secretly write Ah Zhi’s name twice every time I write to Ah Zhi. The recipient is both ‘My wife, I hope you find this letter well,’ and ‘Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person, I hope you find this letter well.’”

Her name is the shortest love poem, and it can never be enough no matter how many times it is written. Now, he has only written the beginning, but his heart is already so tender that it almost melts into a pool of warm spring water.

Moreover, the reason why there are two "Greetings" in the letter is a secret that only her closest confidants can understand and decipher.

If someone else opens the letter by mistake, they will be completely confused.

Shen Suqing enjoyed this intimacy.

At the table, Zhan Xinjia stared blankly at the unfolded letter, her heart filled with warmth, but the first thing that fell was a bitter tear.

She had also struggled with her name when she was young, and had heard many unpleasant comments. Some were sharp, some were mean, and some were condescending and arrogant, but Mr. Shen said that he liked this name the most.

Just because of his one sentence, all the cold looks and ridicule she had suffered before faded away and could no longer hurt her.

Someone gently wiped away her tears with their sleeve, catching her warm tears with their fingertips. Her blurred vision cleared again, and in front of her, a young man with a pained and worried expression was gazing at her with a furrowed brow.

"Ah Zhi, be good, don't be upset anymore, okay?"

Upon receiving the letter, Jia hesitated and remained silent for a long while.

With tears welling up in her eyes, she nestled affectionately into his arms.