"A mysterious person sent it to you,"
"A mysterious person?" Tang Huai grew even more puzzled, opened the box, and inside was a rather fine-looking fountain pen.
Liao Xiaoxiao saw the pen and walked away with a chuckle.
Tang Huai took the pen out of the box. Could such a beautiful pen have been a gift from Zhan Tingzhi?
Counting the days, it had been over a month since they had seen each other.
Over the past month, Tang Huai had led a fulfilling life, striving to move past the shadow of Liu Xiaoyu's death.
There was a little note inside the box; Tang Huai took it out and unfolded it, reading: Keep it up! Followed by a smiling face.
Just two words, but these two words had revealed the sender's identity. The pen wasn't from Zhan Tingzhi; it was from Jing Xuan.
The words "Keep it up," tapped gently on Tang Huai's heart. She held the note in one hand and the pen in the other, her expression complex.
"Tang Huai, Jing is really pitiable,"
