He Wenyu was also silent, reminiscing about Zhang Sheng, the classmate with pigtails who sat beside him and was also silent.
Yes, a student like Zhang Sheng, who can write such compositions, can also write such love letters; isn't he quite rare and precious in this aspect?
He Wenyu involuntarily nodded in agreement, thinking that this must have taken some real effort, right?
"But if it's you and him, there's a major issue you need to consider," Luo Qianqian said seriously to He Wenyu.
He Wenyu was taken aback: "What?"
