But Long Aixi couldn't let go of Xia Dabao.
Two years had passed, and he still maintained the habit of writing letters.
He was also accustomed to embracing hope time and again, only to be disappointed time and again.
Dabao, where in the world are you?
Once the carrier pigeon returned, he would lock the pigeon in its cage, pour some wheat grains and water for it, then glance at the string that carried the letters, still the same one as before, and he simply didn't bother to untie it.
He'd just replace it the next time he wrote a letter.
In the yard.
The boy who had grown taller started practicing with his sword, while the snow-white carrier pigeon was eating rice grains intently.
…
"Hey, isn't that Datu? Brother Datu has a new bride?" Axian pointed at Zhao Datu while asking from the edge of the field.
