Gu Jin's fingers froze on the edge of the letter.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then she looked up at Han Yue and asked, "Is he… alright?"
Han Yue hesitated. Then he said quietly, "He's alive. But surrounded by enemies. I can't say more than that."
Gu Jin didn't ask further. She nodded once again and turned, walking up the stairs with the letter clutched in her hand.
Her room was quiet, with only the sound of the wind brushing against the windows.
She sat down at her desk and stared at the letter.
Slowly, she broke the seal and opened the letter.
Her brother's handwriting was sharp, clean, and precise—like the man himself.
"Gu Jin,If you're reading this, it means I can't return yet. But know this: you were never forgotten. I've been watching from afar, protecting from the shadows.
You are more important than you realize, and the blood running in your veins… is not ordinary.
