With these thoughts, Wang Hao once again glanced subconsciously at the graceful handwriting.
Indeed, it was her, Zheng Xinxin!
Former middle school classmate, sitting right in the row in front of him. Along with Ye Ning, they were known as the two golden flowers of the class.
Back then, that girl even wrote him a love letter. A decade later, Wang Hao could hardly recall the content of the letter, but the graceful handwriting had left a deep impression on him.
At this thought, Wang Hao subconsciously took another look at Zheng Xinxin.
Even now, he found it difficult to connect the pure girl who used to sit in front of him, with her hair tied in two ponytails, to the present day.
Zheng Xinxin, noticing that Wang Hao had been staring at her, blushed and hurried away, head down.
Watching Zheng Xinxin's retreating figure, Wang Hao smiled and shook his head slightly. He gently closed his eyes, ready for a short rest.
Four hours later, the plane arrived at Dian Nan Airport.
