"This is the situation, Junior Sister Li, you mustn't blame Jiang Chen, I forced him to ghostwrite that love letter."
Although he had behaved rather dishonorably at the time, Luo Peng was nonetheless full of sincerity in mending his ways. The next day at noon, he invited Li Shuru out, hosted a formal dinner at the campus restaurant, ordered a table full of impressive dishes, and helped explain the situation to Jiang Chen.
This world bustles with activity, but few polish the soul.
Thus all beings, in their myriad forms, are fundamentally the same.
Lacking clear and catchy rhymes,
And without many ornamental radicals to their credit.
It's as if others are but mediocre lines, while you are a line of poetry.
After fermenting overnight, the love letter had spread like wildfire, setting countless girls' hearts aflutter, and some even advocated using it as an entry in the campus poetry contest.
