"Bro, I will write letters to Dad and Dongxue, as well as to Liang Jing, and to you as well. If you have time, please reply, but it's okay if you don't." He Zhilan scratched her slightly itchy nose tip. To her surprise, could He Teng actually have such a tender moment?
Just a moment ago, He Zhilan could hardly recognize He Teng, nor the sudden, incredibly gentle smile on his face.
Perhaps He Teng felt that his words and actions earlier were somewhat deviating from his usual character. He didn't continue the conversation. Regardless of what He Zhilan said, he merely nodded. However, he had a desire in his heart - he wanted to touch Zhilan's face.
But that was only a thought. He Teng's usually cold demeanor meant that he would never be able to do such a tender thing. Or at least, not in front of Zhilan as they currently were - caught in an awkward half-acquaintance relationship.
