Xiaohua is my roommate, and we share a house in the New World.
On this day, Xiaohua handed me a letter, "Nuo, Sister Qing, your letter."
The envelope was made of expensive kraft paper folded with no seal and a piece of snow-white silk sandwiched inside. Who else could have such a high-quality envelope but him?
I looked gloomy, and Xiaohua poked her head out of the bathroom with a smile, "Sister Qing, who is the letter from?"
"A letter from an old friend."