While engaged in the snowball fight, Zhou Xianzhi had been keeping an eye on Long Aixi. Noticing he seemed on the verge of sweating, she couldn't help but say, "Brother Aixi, you must be thirsty by now, I'll go get your water bottle for you."
"No..." Before he could finish his word, Zhou Xianzhi had already run off, and as another snowball came flying towards him, Long Aixi quickly ducked for cover.
Zhou Xianzhi quickly ran into Long Aixi's room, where she was responsible for attending to him and knew exactly where he habitually placed his water bottle—on the rack beside the table.
After grabbing the water bottle and about to turn to leave, Zhou Xianzhi inadvertently glanced at the letter on the table.
Since the ink wasn't dry when he left the house, Long Aixi had left it open. She peeked at it out of curiosity.
