Lin Wanzhou didn't hold back, expressing her anxiety with some hesitation.
"The letter."
"A letter? What letter?"
"The ones I wrote to you before, and the one you wrote to me." She glanced at Xu Qingyan and pursed her lips slightly," This song is really good, and comes with a handwritten letter."
Xu Qingyan was stunned for several seconds before realizing that it was just a coincidence. These thoughts swirled in his mind, but when they came out, they turned into,
"What's written in the letter isn't important; what matters is that we're still standing here. To be honest, if I hadn't entered this field, we probably wouldn't have had any interaction."
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt someone in his arms, and his chest grew slightly damp.
Xu: "...."
He swore he hadn't intended to stir Lin Wanzhou's emotions; he was just trying to comfort her. As it turned out, his words were well-spoken, but unnecessary to repeat; instead of cheering her up, he had made her cry.
