Reply? That's impossible.
Asking her to write something like "Dear, I'm crazy about you" or "I love you like a mouse loves rice, nibbling and nibbling at you," is something she'd never do in her lifetime.
But Xie Qingci got interested and really started writing a second letter.
On the night before wrapping up, he insisted on holding her hand to write the first few lines together.
"Starting today, I'll write you a few love letters every month and put them in our blue box. How about it?"
Yu Xia was shaking all over, couldn't hold the pen steadily, looking at the couple of crooked lines she wrote, her face flushed, she paid no heed to asking him whether it was okay, only grit her teeth and scolded him.
"You're going to kill me, Xie Qingci!"
"Going to die, under a peony, even as a ghost, there's romance."
After finally finishing the love letter, Yu Xia furiously ran off, and up until he was ready to leave the next day, she played deaf and blind, ignoring him.
