Chapter 50 | 0050 Love Letter

Someone in the room was making a grinding, creaking sound.

Wu Qian already knew she was dreaming again. She lay on the sofa and closed her eyes, and the mottled dream, along with the light and shadow, seeped into her eyes.

The room was filled with heavy darkness, and the clock struck twice, its teeth-grinding sound growing louder.

Wu Xian had to go and see who it was. It was so noisy that she had to bite her nails to resist, in order to maintain a tiny bit of rationality.

She walked forward, pushed open the half-closed cabinet, and saw Wu Qian there, hugging her knees and trembling.

Strangely, it wasn't the master, but Wu Xian.

Wu Xian stood not far away watching Wu Xian.

A hot dream, a hazy wakefulness—it was such a strange state. This was the first time she had ever dreamed from a third-person perspective. If she told Jiang An about it, he would definitely think that Wu Xian's illness had worsened.

After the wardrobe was pushed open, there was a faint, intermittent sound of dripping water.

The air was filled with an unpleasant smell of rust.

Wu Qian took a step back and looked at herself in her memories.

There were two candles burning out in the wardrobe, their flickering yellow light a warning sign, as an open flame could easily ignite the fabric and then the wooden wardrobe.

Wu Xian didn't care; she was focused on the letter in front of her.

She placed the thin piece of paper on her lap, her hand trembling as she wrote the letter, almost poking ugly holes in it several times, but her face was flushed with love.

It's just like a love letter written by a young girl experiencing her first love to her sweetheart.

She wrote to her master, expressing her longing for him, her love for him... and her apologies to him.

She wrote quickly and urgently, her lips trembling, like an addict grasping at a straw or a villain buying indulgences from the church. She didn't stop for a moment, filling the paper to the brim.

During this time, she repeatedly dipped the pen tip into her other hand to add more color.

—The sound of dripping water came from the blood in the wound, and Wu Qian finally remembered.

She began to tremble, and her arm began to ache slightly.

She wrote in her love letters, "Master, I miss you so much, I write clichés, I write illogical garbage."

The thump-thump-thump was the sound of Wu Xian's heartbeat.

She looked towards the door, where heavy footsteps echoed.

Ms. Wu pushed open the door and rushed in, her expression ferocious, making her look even more like a madwoman than Wu Qian. She ran to the wardrobe, made a pulling motion, and then dragged Wu Qian out.

Wu Qian thought that Ms. Wu was too strong, too rough, and didn't love her daughter enough. She grabbed a corner of her pajamas and pulled it out.

Wu Xian's wound on her chest burst open. It was a winding, twisting wound. The pink scab had just formed when the wound split open again, and she felt unbearable pain, as if a snake was eating away at her flesh.

She burst into tears, but Ms. Wu showed no mercy; as a mother, she had the right to read her daughter's love letters.

Wu Xian screamed, snatched the paper, clutched it in her palm, and ate it, swallowing it bit by bit. The sharp edges of the paper cut into her mouth and esophagus, causing her to bleed profusely.

Ms. Wu had no way to deal with Wu Xian, so she abandoned her.

After she left, a maid with an indistinct face came in to clean her wounds.

So intense, so helpless... Wu Qian looked at the person who was like a stagnant pool and tears streamed down her face.

She went into the closet and stayed there, closing her eyes. It sounded strange, like she was in a dream. She groped around and finally found a cuboid in a corner.

The beautiful envelope, sealed with sealing wax and without any markings, suddenly appeared here.

Wu Qian couldn't wait to open it. She and the woman in her dream huddled together to read the reply to the love letter that had been swallowed.

He called her Cloud in the letter, shared the German rain with her, and replied to every single nonsense message she sent. Wu Qian was so engrossed in reading it that she scrolled through the messages line by line with her finger.

The signature is an "H" with a curved tail.

H stands for the first letter of the owner's name.

So Wu Xian told himself that the letter came from his master.

She and her master began to communicate frequently, and they talked about everything. However, it was mostly Wu Xian who confided in her.

Master, master, these are all love letters written to you.

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Harold: That's why I said someone is a thief!

Hobart: That's too noisy. If it weren't for me, you and Cloud would only have a chance of being...

Puppy Diary

The puppy has a secret: my wardrobe is a magic post office, and letters from its owner will grow out of it by themselves.