Jiang Ying didn't give chase; she simply hurriedly crouched down to gather the letters, one by one.
But the letters were scattered everywhere, and because the paper was light, they were continuously blown away by the cold wind.
Jiang Ying hurriedly went to chase after them.
Seeing her struggling, Prince Qing, though reluctant, finally extended a helping hand and caught one of the letters swirling in the air.
Jiang Ying quickly said, "Thank you!"
She treasured them immensely and took all the letters back inside, laying them out on the table.
By the light of the lamp, she checked to ensure none of them were damaged.
Prince Qing followed her inside.
He leaned against the table, arms crossed, looking down with a cold gaze.
"Since you like them this much, it shows you still have feelings for him. If so, why do you refuse him? Isn't marrying him a good thing?"
Bai Beirang was also taken aback after saying this.
His tone was too much, filled with acrimony.
