Sofia shook her head with some regret and quickly put the matter out of her mind.
She was just curious, not someone who enjoyed prying into others' privacy; she wasn't that bored.
If she couldn't see it, so be it; she could completely guess what Sif would write.
Nothing but the sweet words of a young girl in love.
Such trivial things only young people enjoy; not seeing it is no loss!
With a trace of regret, Sofia turned to the last page of the letter and finally witnessed Roland's hard-earned prowess as a champion writer.
He expressed his emotions using classic Elf poetry.
Northern Elves wandering away from home, longing for their wife and children.
Sofia was silent for a long time, her eyes suddenly brightened.
Wait, wife and children?
She hadn't had such gossipy thoughts for a long time. This semi-public, semi-private letter reminded her of some memories from when she was an ordinary person, but that memory quickly dissipated into the void.
