Zhuang Zhuang was telling the truth.
In fact, when Jiang Danhe was writing the letters, he couldn't help but write two long pages of confessions to Xiaoguo. However, he was worried about what Xiaoguo would think of him. She might think that he was being too impulsive, so he decided to delete a portion of it, and kept the more reserved lines.
Xiaoguo didn't have time to care about Zhuang Zhuang's emotions earlier on because she was immersed in the love lines within the letter. She didn't expect Jiang Danhe to be so good with his words. He should have been more reserved.
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"Xiaoguo, are you going to the market tomorrow?"
Mrs. Yang and Xiaoguo gathered around the stove, eating melon seeds and chatting.
Hearing her words, Xiaoguo hesitated and looked at the weather outside. "Yes, it's about time…"
