The envelope was sealed with fire paint, nothing was written on it, Yun Sheng took it in his hand and padded it, and pinched it again, it was very thin and not heavy, it was really just a letter?

Seeing that she was so cautious, Zhang Tong straightened up and took the envelope from her hand.

"Huh?"

Zhang Tong didn't speak, put the envelope in front of his nose and sniffed it carefully, and then put it in the sun and took a photo, as if he didn't know where to take out a very thin silver needle, Zhang Tong's hand was extremely fast, Yun Sheng didn't see what was going on, the silver needle had passed through the side of the envelope and came out from the other end.

Immediately after, Zhang Tong pinched the silver needle and glanced at it, then threw the envelope to Yun Sheng, and said, "No problem, open it." ”

Yun Sheng suspiciously opened the fire paint seal, but the letter in his hand was still sealed, the person who sent the letter was too careful, it seemed that he was the one who knew her identity, Yun Sheng was apprehensive, flipped the envelope, and there was only one word "willow" on it.

After being stunned for a long time, Yun Sheng suddenly felt that the letter in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.

Since the accident in her house, everyone who can rely on them has abandoned them, and the gifts sent during the New Year's holidays have either been returned or thrown away, and everyone wants to completely dissociate themselves from them, and even never even meet them.

It's been three years, looking for his own, Yun Sheng thinks that there is only an enemy.

Holding the letter, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, Yun Sheng slowly squatted down, and a grievance overflowed from the depths of his heart, drowning her in an instant.

If the person who wrote the letter stood in front of her, I am afraid that she would have been unable to resist rushing over and hugging the person, talking about her grievances, her pain, and her struggles over the years, and also telling the person that it was not that she didn't want to go back all these years, but she couldn't and didn't dare to go back, for fear of affecting innocent people again.

Zhang Tong stood behind him, looking at Yunsheng, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Speaking of which, Yun Sheng has been in Fan County for three years, and he has only been with her for more than a year, at first he just heard that a weak scholar came to Zhangfu, and he was picked up at the door of Zhangfu because he was seriously ill.

She never mentioned her family and friends in front of them, and seemed to be a figure popping out of a crack in the stone, not even knowing the whole of the Zhangfu, or very tacitly silent.

Zhang Tong had also secretly checked Yun Sheng's identity, but the information in his hands had obviously been carefully handled, and he had already been mentally prepared for this.

This more than a year is not long or short, but it is enough for Zhang Tong to know Yun Sheng, realize that she is not a ruthless and unrighteous person, realize that she is sincere and frank about things, and realize that she has not only been seriously injured, but even has residual poison in her body, which is so cruel that even Zhang Qiye cannot be completely eradicated, making Yun Sheng a real powerless person in the past three years, and even children can't beat it.

Simply, Zhang Fu protected her very well.

Gently unfolded the snow-white letterhead, the handwriting was the same as before, the pen was as gentle as the person who wrote the letter, and when he touched it to the end, Yun Sheng could even see the person lying in front of the desk, holding on to the fine Zihao pen with slender fingers, dipping a little ink, and carefully and seriously writing down every stroke of what he wanted to say to her.

Zhan Xinjia.

My dear, Yunbian.

After only reading a few words, Yun Sheng burst into tears.