I'd bet if I really wrote it down, you'd be utterly confused and anxious.
Hmm, now that you've read this far, silly Xiaoxiao, don't throw the letter away yet. Ahem, keep reading...
The day you hurriedly left, you asked me what place you held in my heart? How deep was my affection for you?
I didn't answer.
It's not because I didn't know how to reply.
Nor is it because I hadn't thought of those sweet words that might momentarily make you happy.
It's just that I think this question deserves to be "answered" slowly.
Right now, I'm still in Great Li, and I know you're probably anxiously waiting and cursing me as a shameless Zhao Lang.
But I can't come back today.
Because I have to do something important, something that will be one of countless "answers" in our future.
I want to pluck a bright moon for you.
...
Outside the postal station.
On the roads filled with passing people.
Su Xiaoxiao was about to puff up and throw the letter away but slowly drew her hand back.
