Song Fei's eyes darted around as she racked her brains for that distant and blurred memory. After a moment, she said, "Was it that love letter that was as formal as an essay and used many ridiculous similes?"
Yan Jiang shot her a resentful look and softly asked, "Is it very ridiculous?"
Song Fei's expression was indecipherable. She started reciting. "Ah! Song Fei, you are like a lofty flower that can only be seen from afar but not touched! Ah, Song Fei, you are like the stars in the sky, lighting up the darkness in me! Ah! Song Fei…"
Song Fei vividly portrayed the scene in that love letter. Yan Jiang also felt very ashamed as he listened to her. His face was so red that it looked like blood would drip from it.
He had just turned 18 when he wrote that love letter. As a science student, he was not good at writing essays. He had spent two days thinking before writing that love letter. He thought it was very moving, but Song Fei said it was ridiculous!
