Bihe wrote a letter in English, wanting to tell Xinxi about her situation in detail, and also planned to ask Hongcen to send someone to the capital, but when she was about to say something, she gave up on second thought.
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Currently, the enemy is hiding, and so is she, because no one knows she is still alive.
Xinxi and Qing'er will not betray themselves, but there is no guarantee that there will not be an undercover agent around them. As soon as the letter is received, they will take action, and they may even follow the person who brought the letter to know her current location, and she
There is no way to protect herself at the moment. What if the enemy finds her before them? It would be an unjust death.
Once the letter is sent out, all kinds of possibilities may happen. But it is safest not to send the letter.[
She decided to stay in the Red Candle Hall for a while.
From another perspective, God knows whether someone is a “beautiful person”, but it’s okay to not rule it out.
"It's rare to leave Qing'er once. Hehe, if I go back, I'll have to watch her to death, and I'll have to get married..." This was an unintentional sigh that someone occasionally made when he was in a daze.
Bihe's days at the Red Candle Pavilion were quite happy. She drank well, slept well, lived well, and envied everyone else. However, she did not live day and night like the people in the restaurant. She would sleep when Hongcen got up.
When she gets up, Hong Cen goes to bed. The only time they have time to interact is during the evening meal, when he has breakfast and she has dinner.
Hong Cen was also surprised. This kid said that he took care of him and didn't interfere with his life except for food and accommodation. He still did whatever he wanted. Sometimes he played music and talked with the guests, but she didn't care. He came back to see her.
By that time, he was basically asleep.
There is no trace during the day, except for coming back when eating.
Every night, the kid dragged his exhausted body back to Nuanxiang Pavilion. Sometimes, he would have a meal with him, or take a hot bath by himself, then fall asleep like a dead pig.
, he couldn't wake up even if he wanted to scream - because she still occupied his bed.
Hong Cen didn't know what she was doing, but she looked tired every day.
Occasionally looking at the written note from Yueying Tea House, he couldn't help but wonder, what does money mean to her? Dirt? He just accepted the written note, and didn't say how many years it could keep him, but she didn't pursue it.