"I'm sorry... I already punished that maid severely, but it's a pity that this is all that's left."
Mingyu took the envelope and a broken box of rouge. He would give himself rouge every time. He said, "Mingyu, your lips are too pale. Apply some rouge and your complexion will be much better."
Mingyu found a quiet corner, squatted down, and opened one of the letters:
Plain language:
I haven't received a letter from you, and I am very anxious. If I can see you again and eat the mung bean cake you made, it will definitely dissipate the haze of these days.
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