Just Like Migrating Geese*
After sending both Li Ji and Jian off, Shufeng picked up Emika's crumpled letter and smoothed out the creases. But he still did not dare to read it for his heart held a grudge towards her like a late-night fog that is tightly wound.
The letter--sealed with thick wax and no name written on the envelope in lieu of his own to maintain some distance and covertness between them--carried with it a sense of dread.
It was, indeed, a letter shrouded in secret. 'Undoubtedly to conceal her relationship with me now that she is the empress-to-be', Shufeng concluded miserably.
His fingers fiddling with the wax seal paused. He suddenly found it hard to breathe for he should be the one leaving her, and not the other way around.