"How am I not your mother? You were in my belly for ten months, and it was a tough delivery; it almost took my life. How can you say such things? Aren't you hurting my feelings?" Li Shengmei's eyes immediately reddened.
"Bingzi, how can you speak to Mom like that? Go take care of the letter now." He Xuexiang didn't want to argue anymore, as it might end up causing a fight between their parents.
He Hongjun went straight into his room with the letter, slammed the door shut, and whether the letter was dealt with or not remained unknown.
The next day, early on the first day of the Lunar New Year, He Xuebing returned to his military unit. He didn't stay at home, but before leaving, he returned all the letters Xia Xiao had written to him, said nothing, and left.
Holding the letters in her hands, Xia Xiao watched He Xuebing's departing figure, speechless for a long time.
Instead of going back to her dorm, she left the production team and found an opportunity to enter "the space."
