She was the woman he could never have. She lifted her spirits slightly.
But then she heard Xiao Yu ask, "You've kept it all this time?"
Sheng Shushu didn't understand and looked at him, feeling that his expression was indeed a bit off.
It was the same look she used to tease him about, the one he reserved for dogs, deep and intense.
"What?" She wasn't going to be fooled, and she glanced at him with a casual tone.
She saw Xiao Yu nod towards her bag, "The love letters you wrote back then, you still haven't thrown them away?"
Sheng Shushu was startled, her heartbeat skipped a beat, feeling that it was impossible, and she quickly grabbed her handbag to search through it.
As it turned out, she actually found the love letter she once wrote to Xiao Yu in a compartment at the bottom.
She could have denied that the love letter was for him, but she couldn't because she had signed it with great affection; there was no denying it.
