Chapter 475 The Male Lead of the Era 15 Zi Xi took the thin letter, her fingertips trembling.
She quickly scribbled her name on the receipt book, not even having time to say thank you, before clutching the letter tightly, turning back into the house, and instinctively closing the door behind her.
Pei Jiwang had just returned from the company and happened to see this scene.
He watched her hurried figure and the closed door, his brows furrowing slightly.
A letter from home in Shanghai?
It seems to be very important to her.
He didn't go in immediately, but stood quietly in the courtyard waiting.
Inside the room, Zi Xi leaned against the door, as if only in this way could she draw some strength.
She eagerly, yet with a touch of caution, tore open the envelope and pulled out the two thin pages of letter paper inside.
It's my mother's handwriting.
The brushstrokes were delicate, yet seemed to lack a certain composure compared to before, with a hint of imperceptible haste in them.
"My dearest Xixi, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person..."
The mother's letter began with her usual nagging advice: add clothes as the weather gets colder, pay attention to your diet, and be kind to others.
The words are filled with a mother's concern.
Zi Xi's eyes quickly reddened, and her nose tingled.
[Mom, I miss you so much, I miss Dad, I miss the food at home, I miss my soft bed. It's not nice here at all.]
Her heartfelt words, tinged with a heavy nasal tone, were filled with childlike longing and grievance.
However, as one reads further, the contents of the letter begin to become obscure and somber.
The mother mentioned that the father had been busy chatting with old friends lately, often returning home late at night, and that several old friends of the family had gradually lost contact with him.
"The atmosphere in Shanghai is becoming increasingly tense. I hope you will be careful in everything you do while you are away. Don't worry about home. Your father and I are both well. We only hope that you can live a peaceful life."
Zi Xi was not an innocent little girl; she instantly understood the implications behind these veiled words.
Is Dad busy pulling strings again? Have those old friends who've lost touch with us gotten into trouble?
The atmosphere is becoming increasingly tense, and my mother is reminding me to be careful with my words and actions here, and not to cause trouble.
They say everything is fine, but how could it be fine!
Everything they're doing now is to protect me.
I can't let them worry.
Her initial longing was quickly replaced by immense worry and self-blame.
The seemingly calm words on the letter transformed in her mind into the precarious and precarious situation her parents faced in Shanghai.
Zi Xi could almost see her father in his study late at night, frowning under the dim lamplight, while her mother forced a smile to deal with the prying eyes and pressure from the outside world.
But she was far away on this island, and there was nothing she could do.
They might even become a burden to them without them even realizing it.
A profound sense of powerlessness gripped her.
Zi Xi clutched the letter tightly, tears streaming down her face, blurring the ink as they fell onto the paper.
But she didn't cry out loud; she just bit her lower lip tightly, choking back all her sobs, her shoulders trembling slightly from the suppressed emotion.
I can't cry, I can't let anyone hear me... I have to be strong, I must be strong...
Pei Jiwang stood outside the door and could clearly hear her crying.
This was the first time he had ever so clearly glimpsed the immense pressure hidden beneath her delicate, picky, and even somewhat pretentious exterior.
The little girl wasn't entirely clueless; she was just a bit at a loss.
At this moment, Pei Jiwang's stereotypes about those bourgeois young ladies seemed to be diluted by his pity.
The room was silent for a long time, with only the faint, suppressed gasps of breath.
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