Chenxing had halfway through her letter when she decided to delete everything she had typed. It was too short, lacking in literary flair, plain and boring. Ah, the young girl sighed deeply, resting her chin on her hand as she turned to admire the man drinking wine and watching the landscape all by himself. He looked so dashing and handsome.
She couldn't help but become infatuated as she looked at him.
"Nope, not going to write anymore. I need to think it over and decide what I'm going to write," she said.
The first love letter she was writing to Shaocheng simply couldn't be done in this half-hearted manner.
The girl, already head over heels for him, got up from the carpet where she had been sitting, tiptoed towards him, a sly smile playing on her lips. She snuggled up to the towering figure of the man, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.
As if by drawing close to him, she had found her pillar of support.
She had always relied on him like this.
