The envelope of the will handed over by the lawyer was cold to the touch, and the wax seal had already dried and cracked. When you unfold the letter, you will see traditional Chinese handwriting arranged vertically. The fragrance of ink has long since dissipated, leaving only the vicissitudes of old paper:
"My love, Wanqing, is like seeing each other. The war in Shuobei is about to end, and the date of return is in sight. How are the begonias in the mansion blooming this year?..."
