"Meeting you through words."
"It's a pity, I didn't think of you today either."
"Are you expecting a girl to write you love letters?"
"If you like, I can have Jiang Yinyin and the others write you different ones every day. After all, it's the literature club; having read so many books, we should put them to good use."
"Do you know what it's like to like someone?"
"Anyway, I don't know. I have a pretty stable mindset and don't go through ups and downs like young girls."
"So it's best not to have too high expectations of me. I'm pretty opinionated and can't provide you much emotional value."
"Also, if you dare say 'White Hair Weasel' in front of me again, I'll chop your head off."
"—Li Mumu"
Indeed, among the girls I know, there really is an artsy young woman.
Wang Yunxiao read the words on the letter expressionlessly and, after a long silence, picked up a pen to reply.
"Though I know you really are an artsy maiden, this isn't the way for us to communicate."
