What else can I say? Without thinking anymore, Qiao Jiusheng started narrating the book.
"For I do love you, Yusheng… as the dew loves the flowers, as the birds love the sunshine, as the wavelets love the breeze, as mothers love their first-born, as memory loves old faces, as the yearning tides love the moon, as the angels love the pure in the heart.... Please accept my kiss and my blessings. You have to accept this fact: I love you."
Isn't this a love letter from Mark Twain to Olivia?
Fang Yusheng shamelessly changed the name to his!
When Fang Yusheng heard this, he nodded in all seriousness and said, "I understand."
Qiao Jiusheng was speechless.
She threw the stack of papers into Fang Yusheng's arms. "Don't be so shameless, Fang Yusheng."
Fang Yusheng slowly arranged the paper in his arms. The corners of his lips curled as he asked Qiao Jiusheng, "I have a poem here. Do you want to hear it?"
