Upon seeing that her daughter had read the contents of the letter, Jiang Yuping reached out and snatched it away.
"You little brat, these are letters your father left for me. They're a secret between your father and me. What are you looking at?"
Jiang Yuping felt that it was a private matter between her and her husband, Qiu Jingwen.
Besides, her daughter Qiushui was only fifteen years old. The husband used mushy terms of endearment in the letters, such as "darling," "Yuping," and "my lover," which Jiang Yuping felt were inappropriate for her daughter, who was in the midst of puberty and the hazy period of sexual awakening, to see.
As a doctor, Jiang Yuping knew in her heart that her daughter Qiushui was on her period and liked to spend all day reading "Song of Youth" and Xu Zhimo's poetry collection. At the age of 12, her daughter should know more or less about men and women and emotions.
"Mom, the message Dad left for you was so cheesy and romantic! I never imagined that Dad was so romantic and sentimental at heart."
Yes, at this moment, Qiu Shui seemed to have forgotten her father's identity as a Kuomintang secret agent, and was instead deeply moved by the love and affection he expressed in her mother's writing.
Jiang Yuping ignored her daughter's nonsensical words and walked out of Qiushui's room with the letter in her hand.
She hurried to the kitchen, grabbed the kettle, and tossed the letter into the blazing fire.
Watching the small flame about to burn the letter, Jiang Yuping suddenly felt regret and her heart ached.
She quickly reached out and pulled the letter out of the flames, threw it on the ground, and stomped it out.
Unfortunately, it seemed to be too late; only a small piece, less than the size of a palm, remained of the entire letter.
When she unfolded it, she found that the contents of the letter were incomplete; the charred and blurred words still revealed the incomplete content.
When Qiuyue stood in front of the door, Jiang Yuping was startled.
She looked at her daughter with some panic and asked:
"Qiuyue, you're back from get off work?"
Qiuyue hummed in agreement, but then looked at her mother and asked:
"Mom, what are you burning? Whose letters are they?"
Jiang Yuping bent down, picked up the letter that hadn't finished burning, and said to Qiuyue:
"Autumn Moon, it's nothing."
"Mom, why hasn't Dad come back yet?"
"Your dad? The factory leaders sent him on a business trip."
"I heard that my dad was taken away by the police in a jeep. Did his identity as a Kuomintang agent get exposed?"
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