"But there's still the letter," Gu Luosheng muttered.
"I want to read it now." Gu Luosheng had always been intensely curious.
The corner of Ye Nanshen's mouth twitched.
"Do you really have to read it?" he asked.
Gu Luosheng nodded.
Ye Nanshen fell silent for three seconds, then let her go.
"Go ahead, then. I'll take a walk outside."
"Huh?" Before Gu Luosheng could react, he had already opened the door and left.
Gu Luosheng didn't think much of it.
She eagerly unfolded the letter.
She read the words inside.
The handwriting was bold and powerful, a reflection of the man himself. It was beautiful, with an indescribably unrestrained flair, and still carried the scent of fountain pen ink.
It smelled lovely.
"Shengsheng, this is my first time writing you a letter, and you're the first person I've ever written one to.
You delighted me at first sight, and I never tire of your company.
You enter my dreams as I fall asleep, and I long for you through the night.
That is how I feel.
Amid all the changes in the world, one fleeting glimpse of you was enough for me to know you were the one whose hand I would hold for the rest of my life.
It began with a selfish wish and endured through devoted love.
I don't know whether these feelings are worthy of being offered to you.
But with your permission, I would announce to the whole world:
Ye Nanshen loves you. You alone may enter his world."
After finishing the letter, Gu Luosheng folded it again and placed it in her little box.
A little box reserved for her most treasured possessions.
She hadn't known what it meant to love someone before. Ye Nanshen had taught her.
Gu Luosheng propped her chin on