Because the letter tied to the pigeon's leg was the one he had originally written, he had no idea if Xia Dabao had read it. In any case, the letter was simply returned to him exactly as it was.
He felt indescribably dejected in his heart.
Had Xia Dabao actually read the letter?
What was she doing right now?
...
It was time for another blood draw.
Actually, Xia Dabao had always remembered that today marked her twenty-second day here.
Lately, the blood draws were becoming too frequent, and the amounts taken were increasing.
That day, Hong Yan came over to draw blood from Xia Dabao again, taking three bottles at a time.
Even Bei Shan sighed repeatedly by the side, "At this rate, who knows if she's going to die!"
Since Yun Xiao's wounds had not yet healed, Bei Shan had recently been coming over more often, one reason being to stand watch for Yun Xiao, and the other because it was only here that he could have a chat with Hong Yan.
