An Huaishou and An Yuan'er both understood that Mo Ran was not one to tell An Yuan'er about his injuries, even if he was hurt.
An Yuan'er and Mo Ran became friends because, although they appeared to have different personalities—Mo Ran being a tomboyish, carefree girl and Yuan'er a delicate and willful princess—they were fundamentally the same, which is why they were attracted to each other.
Deep down, both of them are stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.
Behind the letter, perhaps Mo Ran is secretly bandaging his wounds.
With each letter he read, An Huishou's heart sank a little deeper. It was as if only now did he truly realize that the girl had gone to the battlefield where swords and spears had no eyes, and that she had stayed in the most dangerous place for a whole year. In fact, perhaps many times he had almost lost her forever.
An Huaishou naturally saw the last four small characters in each letter: "Huaishou, are you well?"
What you hold in your heart will surely resonate. Looking back at these four characters, An Hui tries to understand the feelings Mo Ran had when he wrote them.
She must blame him and hate him, after all, he rejected her like that.
In the first two letters, except for the last few words, there was no mention of An Huishou. But in the third letter, Mo Ran suddenly copied a poem into the letter.
"The general never takes off his golden armor at night; during the midnight march, spears clash, and the wind cuts like knives."
An Yuan'er doesn't like reading poetry. As everyone knows, An Huishou loves poetry, especially frontier poems, so he once thought that he liked Han Yuanyuan, who could write a good poem.
In the envelope, Mo Ran also said that she, who disliked reading the most in her life, fell in love with reading frontier poems during the breaks between marches. She gradually discovered the grandeur and heroism in the verses and said that she understood why Hui Shou liked such poems.
Some poems, once you truly appreciate their imagery, are so captivating that you can't stop reading.
Mo Ran even chuckled bitterly at herself, saying that even after reading so many poems, she couldn't write a single word if she really wanted to pick up a pen, no wonder Huai Shou didn't like her.
Only when you truly like someone will you secretly compare them to the girl your crush likes.
Upon seeing this, An Huaishou could no longer hold back. His longing burned like a fire, and for the first time, he deeply understood the girl's feelings.
It turns out that even the most carefree girl has a soft heart. When she left, she seemed to say goodbye with composure, but in reality, when she saw something he liked, Mo Ran still couldn't help but look at it; it was something that had been ingrained in her for many years.
Seeing her brother lost in thought, An Yuan'er felt a little annoyed. She comforted him, saying, "This third letter just arrived yesterday, and I haven't had time to reply yet. Brother, I think you are more suitable than me to reply to this letter."
Mo Ran would probably be a little happier if she saw that it was her brother who replied to the letter.
It's been a year. Not only does An Huishou miss her, but An Yuan'er does too. She has many unspoken thoughts that she can only share with girls. Because Mo Ran is not here, An Yuan'er can only keep them to herself, which doesn't feel good at all.
An Yuan'er gave An Hui a thumbs-up.
After all these years, it's time for the older brother to shine.
"Keep these letters with me for now. I'll write them up and give them to you tomorrow, then you can mail them out," An Huai asked in a questioning tone.
An Yuan'er nodded.
My brother has always been a gifted writer, and writing a letter is no challenge for him.
There are so many things to say, but I don't know where to begin...
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