After Marrying the Officer-Chapter 79 - Never Allowed

Chapter 79: Chapter 79 Never Allowed

Having finished the letter, Xia Chuyi’s anger dissipated.

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Looking at the bold “Letter Read” written on the paper, the more she looked, the more she couldn’t help but laugh first.

How old was she? Still acting childish.

Upon further thought, she spread out another sheet of stationary and wrote another letter.

Within it, she briefly described her situation.

She told Huo Shiqian not to send letters for the time being, until she took over the shop in the county. After that, he could send letters directly to the shop.

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She carried both letters with her as she made a trip to the post office.

After purchasing an envelope, she sealed the letter, affixed a stamp, and dropped the one with fewer words into the mailbox.

The post office collected and sent out mail once a day.

Therefore, she kept the longer letter in her embrace.

She planned to mail this letter tomorrow.

Childish or not, after all, she was “eighteen” years old; it was fitting for her to be a bit immature.

After mentally bracing herself, Xia Chuyi felt perfectly justified to return to Uncle Xia’s home.

After getting back, Aunt Xia was busy putting away New Year’s goods, so she quickly offered her help.

While working, she casually asked, “Aunt, where are Uncle and Xiao Gui?”

Aunt Xia neatly stacked the pickles she was handling to the side and answered, “That rascal Xiao Gui is out playing again, of course.”

“As for your uncle, well, someone brought him a message this morning. There was a batch of goods stuck on the road, and they asked for his help to pull it through. Your uncle, thinking of old acquaintances, went out to lend a hand.”

“What?” Xia Chuyi’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively looked up at the calendar hanging on the wall. The date was strikingly that of her uncle’s accident in her past life.

Her complexion turned pale in an instant, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

“No, Uncle can’t go!” she murmured.

Seeing her agitation, Aunt Xia was startled, “Chuyi, what’s wrong with you? Hey, you know how your uncle is—he can’t refuse favors. But he did say this would be his last trip hauling goods…”

Upon hearing “hauling goods,” Xia Chuyi became even more panicked.

“Aunt, I’m going to find Uncle!” She dropped what she was doing, not caring about anything else, and dashed out the door.

“Chuyi, Chuyi, where are you going? Your uncle is just running a hauling job, don’t worry too much…” Aunt Xia called out from behind.

Once outside the village, the thawing snow had turned the dirt road into a sludge, and she splashed through, steadily following the uneven marks left by trains, sprinting ahead.

At this time, the public bus had long since departed, and there was no other transportation available. Neither carts nor carriages would be lent out in this weather, especially not to prevent an accident that had yet to happen.

Such an absurd excuse, no one would believe it.

Faster, she must be faster.

Clenching her teeth, she trudged on tirelessly, running forward.

She didn’t know if she could catch up, but she knew she had to try.

In her vision, scenes from her past life began to appear.

The white mourning clothes, the black banners with the word “Condolence,” and Aunt Xia’s look of despair.

No, it couldn’t happen; now that she had been reborn, such a tragedy must not recur!

She didn’t know how long she had run, her face numbed by the cold wind, her feet leaden as if weighed down with lead.

Slipping, she fell hard forward.

Her elbows and knees throbbed with sharp pain; she struggled to rise but found she couldn’t stand on her sore legs for a while.

She gazed towards the distance, but the hill obstructed her view.

She fiercely slapped the ground, stubbornly looking ahead.