Song Bingyun was startled. Then, she was immediately captivated by Jiang Jun's passionate recitation and his refined demeanor.
"To the Oak" was her favorite poem in high school.
In an instant, Jiang Jun seemed to take her back to that dream-filled high school era.
After Jiang Jun finished reciting, Song Bingyun's pretty face blushed as she said, "You... you still remember this poem?"
"Why... why did you recite it to me?"
Jiang Jun's gaze was fervent as he looked at Song Bingyun with deep emotion, trying to suppress his inner turmoil, "Because I know it was your favorite poem in high school."
"You told me once that this poem represented your view of love."
"In the letters we exchanged, you mentioned it more than once, so I have long committed it to memory."
"Every word, every meaning of this poem, I remember it dearly."
Hearing this, Song Bingyun's heart fluttered. She struggled to avoid Jiang Jun's affectionate gaze.
