His academic performance was never good when he was in school, and so he wasn't like other people's older brothers, who would care about their younger siblings' studies. Thus, he never had the opportunity to see He Zhilan's handwriting again.
As he looked at the letter He Zhilan had written for him, the image of her sitting upright and seriously writing the letter would spontaneously appear in his mind. Oddly, he had never seen such a scene, but it seemed that he knew, that was her posture, that was her expression.
The letter was not long. After He Teng finished reading it, he tucked it away as it was into his drawer. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile, thinking, perhaps, he really could invite He Zhilan to the military camp for National Day.
