"Wang Lun, thank you very much for today. I had a great day," said Shao Xinxiu as she adjusted her hair.
Wang Lun happily said, "I was very happy as well. The day only got better and better as it progressed, and this feeling is truly nice." As they conversed, Wang Lun was already closing in towards the wooden blocks.
"Wang Lun, do you have something to say?" asked Shao Xinxiu.
Wang Lun was instantly stunned. Then he blushed as he seemed a little lost. At that moment, a wind blew as a piece of paper smacked him in the face. Wang Lun pulled it down and was surprised to discover that he could read the words clearly despite the pitch-black night! And just one look seemed to imprint the words into his mind. It was a short paragraph, but it was a record of many stories of his childhood. He did not know how, but he read and understood everything from simply a glance.
"A handsome guy has moved in next door. His smile is very nice…"
