Letters

Chloe put on her best-looking outfit, which she kept hidden away, and glanced down at her watch.

It's 1 p.m. If I rush to the coffee shop now, I'll probably be half an hour earlier than the agreed time.

However, given her careless nature, even leaving half an hour earlier might cause problems, so it's safer to set off now.

After all, she was going to meet a very important pen pal in person.

*

The origins of this pen pal issue can be traced back to the new policy issued by the court last month.

Chloe's meddlesome boss placed a small box by the door of the judge's office, pretending it was for reporting public opinion.

In short, if you have any opinions about your department or colleagues, just write a letter and submit it. The next day, a designated person will collect these letters and randomly distribute them to every employee of the legal department so that they can make suggestions.

Look, he's unwilling to even step in and solve the problem himself, vividly demonstrating what true exploitation is.

To test whether this thing actually worked, the meticulous leader assigned everyone the task of writing a suggestion letter and submitting it every day.

As a newcomer to the tribunal, Chloe was forced to take on the role of manager in a place where all her colleagues were seasoned veterans.

In any case, on the second day after the new policy was implemented, Chloe took out a large pile of letters from her box and handed them out to her seniors one by one as she was about to leave work.

Because there were so many things, she had to hold them very securely, which naturally slowed down her sending speed.

Chloe looked at her senior's impatient expression with great embarrassment, and could only quicken her pace in frustration, finally managing to finish distributing the items before the end of the workday.

In her haste to get home, she completely forgot about the suggestion box she had casually placed there before distributing the mail.

That was a letter of advice written by Chloe herself.

After all, she had been given this demanding job by her seniors, which was also easy to offend people. Chloe wasn't stupid, so she made the best of a bad situation by using this little bit of privilege.

For example, she could secretly send her own letter to herself, thus saving her time from wasting time writing a letter of advice.

However, just to be on the safe side, she didn't intend to hand in a blank sheet of paper, but instead casually wrote a couple of mundane things like "The weather is so nice" on a piece of stationery.

It started off like that, but somehow the topic somehow veered towards her fussy boss. Chloe got more and more into writing, and ended up writing a long, rambling piece full of complaints about him.

Finally, Chloe threw down her pen and handed it in.

Originally, I just thought that since this thing would only pass through her hands anyway, it wouldn't matter what if she wrote these blasphemous things.

Little did she know that she would leave the letter at Mo Mang Palace the very next day.

After taking a shower that night, Chloe remembered this incident and wanted to slap her own brain. However, it was too unrealistic to go to Momang Palace to retrieve the letter at this time. She could only roll around on the bed in frustration, hugging her pet sea otter.

The little sea otter was bewildered by her inexplicable behavior. It patted her forehead with its paw and, while she covered her head and cried out in surprise, darted away and disappeared back into its little pool.

Regardless, Chloe was wide awake and stayed awake until dawn, entering the Fulu Court at the exact moment the Mo Mang Palace opened to find the letter.

The specially marked envelope was still in its original place, which made Chloe breathe a slight sigh of relief.

However, when she got closer, she discovered that the envelope had been opened.

Chloe's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly opened the letter.

As required by the meticulous leader, everyone had to put their own suggestion letter and a blank sheet of paper in the envelope so that the recipient could write down their suggestions.

Hers was no exception, of course.

At that moment, a passage of cursive script appeared on the letter that should have been blank.

Although the handwriting was incredibly beautiful, Chloe seemed to have seen something terrible and was so frightened that she kept her eyes tightly shut.

However, as the old saying goes, what is meant to be will be, and what is meant to be will be. No matter what, we still have to face reality.

Chloe took several deep breaths before finally getting ready, cautiously opening one eye to glance at the words on it.

To her surprise, it didn't contain any criticism.

This stranger was incredibly gentle. He first responded to her discussion about the weather, and then patiently offered his opinions after every single one of her complaints about the boss.

Chloe carefully considered the man's words; they were all very pertinent suggestions. Although he wouldn't share her hatred of the enemy like her other friends, every word hit the nail on the head.

These are exactly what she needs.

Chloe was quite determined to keep her secure job as a lawyer, but because she always seemed to make a series of unfortunate mistakes, her boss, who was always looking at her with increasing hostility lately.

Just then, a voice so familiar it made her heart skip a beat came from behind her—

"Chloe? You're here so early today?"

Chloe turned around and saw her fussy boss, Leon, standing behind her.

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment. In that instant, only one thought occupied her mind: she absolutely could not let Leon see the letter of advice in her hand!

Seeing that she remained silent, Leon narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her: "Why do you look so guilty?"

"Really?" Chloe replied calmly, though her palms were sweating.

Various excuses flashed through her mind, but before she could decide which one was most plausible, Leon said, "What? Did you do something wrong again last night that you're here so early to make amends?"

It must be said that, after all, he is a veteran with decades of experience in the industry, and his judgment of people is exceptionally accurate.

Chloe stammered, her secret feelings exposed.

However, she quickly remembered the solution she had just seen. According to the suggestion of that unfamiliar colleague, it seemed that she should go along with it at this time.

Since she couldn't think of a better way anyway, she mustered up her courage and decided to just do it!

Chloe bowed deeply: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Leon! I accidentally forgot to send out a letter of advice last night!"

Leon was startled by her loud and energetic voice.

However, Chloe is known for being difficult and doesn't know how to get along with her colleagues. It's rare to see her so well-behaved, so he lost his temper for a moment.

Leon sighed, "It's just a letter that was missed. There's no need to be so nervous about such a small thing."

But even if I accidentally spill coffee, you always scold me!

Chloe wanted to cry but had no tears, so she could only nod in agreement.

Leon could almost guess what she was thinking at a glance; this young subordinate always wore her heart on her sleeve.

Sigh, I still need to hone my skills.

However, some things don't need to be rushed. Considering how well she behaved today, Leon decided to let her off the hook: "Alright, alright, go back to your seat and rest. It's not time for work yet."

Although the company is known for its demanding work schedule, it is also known for not requiring employees to work overtime, which is why Chloe doesn't want to lose her job.

But speaking of which, why did Leon arrive so early?

Chloe, who could never keep a secret, scratched her head, eager to know, and simply asked directly.

Leon shook his head helplessly: "Although it's not time to start work yet, some reports are really hard to approve. Last night, in order to go home to my wife and children, I had to come and work on them as early as possible today."

Seeing Chloe's surprised expression, he added, "What I'm talking about is nothing. The real one is Lord Vilette. He's always the first to arrive and the last to leave, and he always seems to have endless work to do."

Their High Inquisitor of Fontaine, Lord Navelette, was incredibly dedicated to his duties.

Although she firmly adhered to a no-overtime lifestyle, Chloe had always admired this kind of person and finally understood why she hadn't been able to see him even after working at the Mo Mang Palace for more than half a month.

As one of the few Fontaines who had no interest in opera, she had only accompanied her parents to the Opiclie Opera House when she was a child, and had seen Lord Navigette sitting in a high seat from afar. However, so much time had passed that she could no longer remember what he looked like.

Leon seemed to share her view, and couldn't help but praise Lady Navelette, who had made great contributions, a few more times before finally letting her leave.

Chloe finally returned to her workstation, couldn't help but take out the sealed letter and read it again, belatedly letting out a sigh of relief.

But speaking of which, the method written by this unknown colleague is really useful! She was spared some trouble from her demanding boss this time...

Chloe couldn't help but become curious about the person who wrote these words, so that evening she put her suggestion letter in the suggestion box again. This time, however, she didn't write any complaints about Leon, but rather sought advice on some workplace social problems she had encountered before.

And sure enough, she received a reply the next day.

The person analyzed everything for her in great detail and taught her how to respond to every word the other person said. Chloe put it into practice that very day and received very good feedback!

She admired this complete stranger even more, and those beautiful cursive characters began to radiate a sacred light in her eyes!

However, after she had built good relationships with everyone as instructed by that person, she gradually couldn't find anything to write to bother that kind person.

However, Chloe couldn't bear to lose contact with this "friend" like that, so she nervously wrote down some interesting things that had happened around her recently, and then couldn't sleep all night until she received a reply the next day and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The man remained as gentle as ever, not only ignoring her ramblings but also offering his own reply.

For example, Chloe wrote that she tried to invite a colleague out to play as he suggested, but it started raining halfway through the trip. She didn't have an umbrella and had to run all the way home.

Although I like rainy weather, it's best for humans not to get too wet. If you encounter this situation next time, please remember to take a hot shower and change into dry clothes as soon as you get home to avoid catching a cold.

Despite her seemingly ordinary tone, Chloe's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and her face flushed slightly.

Perhaps this is what it feels like when every word you say is taken seriously.

Chloe felt she was starting to feel overwhelmed. Even though the guy opposite her always spoke like an old-fashioned person from the last century, his concern for her was genuine.

The girl's budding romantic feelings grew increasingly uncontrollable in their subsequent exchanges of letters.

When Chloe realized she might have fallen for this complete stranger, she decided to do something big.

That evening, she revealed in her letter that she wanted to ask him out on Saturday, and to her surprise, he readily agreed.

That day, Chloe clutched her pounding heart and couldn't sleep.

(End of this chapter)

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Q: After being reborn as the Inazuma demon, is it possible to live peacefully with the Great Sage who slays demons?

A: Thanks for the invitation, I'm already being tortured.

*

Shi Wuyue, female, is an ordinary office worker with nothing remarkable about her except that she is an orphan and an all-rounder.

Oh, now we know—she time-traveled.

Good news: The landing point is Longji Snow Mountain, which is very close to Bishuiyuan. Maybe she can meet her favorite Xiao Shangxian.

Bad news: You start as a Snow Maiden, with an inherent evil aura. You can't say you're completely unrelated to the Great Sage Who Subdues Demons; you can only say you're born to be enemies.

*

Upon their first meeting, Shi Wuyue was pelted with a kite and a hawk. Upon their second meeting, she was lectured with her back turned. Looking at the young immortal's slender and beautiful back, Shi Wuyue made a bold decision.

She wanted to make him less lonely—

With only one of the Five Yakshas remaining, she went to the Abyss of Layered Rocks to help him find a clue and a chance to survive.

Overwhelmed by karmic burdens and gradually losing her reason, she took him to Mondstadt to seek help from the bard.

……

However, when that person finally opened up, he held her hand and whispered, "Do you...like me?"

Shi Wuyue panicked for a moment and didn't know how to answer.