C494 Communication

In the heart of summer, a gentle breeze rustled through the lush green lotus leaves, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of the flowers. The study's windows were wide open, and Luo Tingye held a letter in his hand, his expression unreadable. As the breeze swept in, he instinctively picked up a light blanket and draped it over his son, who was sleeping soundly, sprawled out on the bed