To The Lovely You

   Listening to such a charming voice, being looked at by such a pair of affectionate eyes, and being touched by such a pair of hands, Su Rourou was almost overwhelmed.

   However, in the end she shook her head decisively: "No! Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not!"

   Then, as if to prove her determination, she struggled hard, trying to break free from his imprisonment.

   How could Luo Yichen let her escape so easily, the two of them entangled like this for a while. The textbooks and workbooks that were originally placed on the desk were scattered on the ground with their movements, making a series of muffled noises.

   "I hate it, people need to read books!" Su Rou Rou protested, pouting, "If I don't get into the same school with you, I'll blame you!"

   After she said that, Luo Yichen's expression suddenly became much more serious, and his originally confused eyes gradually became clearer.

   He released her, pressed her to the chair, and lowered his head to pick up the scattered things on the ground.

   The moment he picked up the English textbook, a white envelope slipped from the inside of the textbook and fell to the ground.

   After reading the words written on the envelope, Luo Yichen's face suddenly sank, even gloomier than the night outside the window.

  Su Rourou's expression suddenly became tense, and her whole body trembled along with it: It's over, the last thing she didn't want him to discover... She prefers to let him see if she's dead. Now, she is dead!

   Sure enough, I saw Luo Yichen standing up slowly, holding the white envelope between his slender fingertips and shaking it towards her: "He... often writes to you?"

  Su Rou Rou, like a student whose wrongdoing was discovered by the teacher, lowered her head and said, "Nothing, just occasionally..."

   Yes, occasionally five, six, seven or eight times… Well, the unit of measure is weekly. Not much, really not much, really occasionally!

  Luo Yichen raised his eyebrows and approached her step by step. Then, he put his hands on the desk and looked at her condescendingly: "Be honest, occasionally... a few times!"

  Su Rou Rou is like a messy leaf in the wind, in addition to trembling or trembling: "That...I think about it...One, two, three, four..."

  Luo Yichen's brows twitched bit by bit following the numbers she reported, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and punched the desk hard.

  The table trembled slightly, and Su Rourou also trembled slightly. Luo Yichen's eyes were so terrifying, as if he was going to devour her alive.

   "Okay, very good! It turns out that you have been hiding from me, and secretly contacted him!" He squeezed these words out of his teeth, his eyes were like a pair of flying knives, and they flew towards her.

"No... I didn't! He wrote it to me, I can't refuse to accept it! I never wrote to him once! Contact is mutual, so it can't be considered contact!" Su Rou Rou hurriedly held out her small hand, Seriously, sincerely, and sincerely swear.

   "Really?" Luo Yichen's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't believe it.

   "Mmmm! I swear!" Su Rourou nodded desperately.

  Luo Yichen finally let her go, and then began to focus on the white envelope.

   For this, Su Rourou is not worried...because all the letters Ke Shaoze wrote to her were written in Japanese.

   She didn't understand what he wrote at all, and I believe Luo Yichen was the same.

   What puzzled her the most was that Ke Shaoze only wrote a few numbers in the center of the white stationery every time...although the font was as beautiful as ever.

  Why didn't he write a few more words when he finally sent a letter across the ocean to Haiti? You know, international postage is not cheap!

  Although her memory is not very good, the words he writes every time seem to be the same? So, he just went to language school and just started to practice writing Japanese?

   She was still reminiscing, but Luo Yichen had already opened the letter, and her eyebrows, which were already tangled in a ball, were even more wrinkled.

   "Do you know what he wrote to you?" He looked up at her, and the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.