Our story has just begun.
The end of the book.
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Just kidding, it's not over yet.
"I thought about it for a long time and still feel it's not right to take such an expensive pen the first time we met," said Yin Yu, reaching out to return the pen to Tang Jian.
"Keep it, no need to be polite with me." Tang Jian smiled and shook his head lightly, "Your handwriting is very nice, please use this pen more."
It felt wonderful to hold the pen in the tiger's mouth, knowing it was being used by someone miles away.
It almost felt like the words written with it were secret whispers sent to oneself.
"Um, thank you, I will also give you a gift on your birthday," Yin Yu nodded and said with a smile.
"Well, then…" There's no feast that doesn't end, everyone must say goodbye, and Tang Jian, reluctant as he was, raised his hand and waved, "Bye-bye."
"Um, see you."
Yin Yu waved back, then turned around, shouldering her bag, ready to board the bus.
