Although it was a few simple words, Xue Qing'er felt that what he did was worth it, after all, he was still a grateful person, unlike some people.

Her mind once again resurfaced Li Chengbin's resolute expression whenever he met her on campus.

Does it need to be so obvious? She didn't offend him.

Xue Qing'er got up, walked out of the infirmary in a daze, and returned to the library.

She stood for a long time in front of the bookcase in the reading room on the first floor before taking the key from her bag and opening the door of the 101 cabinet.

The new letter, the envelope that lay there quietly, made her heart pound.

He wrote again, though he didn't know who it was.

She was still looking forward to his letters, because it was rare to have someone to talk to without worrying about other people. Although, she is just a ghostwriter, a waitress who writes love letters.

Quickly taking out the letter, she recalled the first time she saw Jian Ange, he opened the door of 101, looked inside, and closed it again.

Could it really be him.

Xue Qing'er opened the letter and sat quietly on the ground to read, while her hand unconsciously took out a note written by Jian Ange from her pocket, "Thank you!" A few simple words, just like his people.

She carefully and carefully compared the words on this letter and this note, although the size of the words was different, but the fonts were very similar, both were written vigorously and powerfully, and with a soft gesture.

In the dormitory, Li Chengbin raised his head, closed his eyes, and sat in his place.

His fingertips pinched the letter written by the "girl who loves rape flowers".

He went to the library to check, and inside the cabinet door, there was no one but his letter.

Where she went, she hasn't replied yet.

In fact, he hoped that someone to talk to, and Xue Qing'er's various things, made him annoyed. It was inconvenient for him to talk to others, and if she replied, he would continue to write to her, and pour out his depression and distress in his heart.

Still, he picked up his pen and started writing.

When he wrote these letters, he was afraid of being recognized, so he deliberately switched to his left hand to write.

Although the left hand is not as flexible as the right hand, the words that can be written are still legible, but in a different font.

"He hit someone? Oh my God, why didn't you inform me sooner, blame me for not accompanying you to the library, you must have been very frightened! ”

Wan Xin put the potato chips in her mouth, crunching and chewing, while staring at Xue Qing'er with wide eyes.

"Forget it, it's all over, it's just that the boy is a little weird, I sent him to the infirmary, gave him medicine, fed him sugar water, and he left alone like that, and he didn't say hello!" Xue Qing'er felt that she had helped others, and it was normal for them to say two good words in person.

"Hey, you've crossed the line, why send people to the infirmary, take medicine, feed sugar water, such a subtle thing, you help a boy do it, of course he is afraid that his girlfriend will be jealous, and he dares to talk to you more!" Wan Xin analyzed.

"He has a girlfriend?"

This time, Xue Qing'er was surprised, such a cold person has a girlfriend, she can't believe it.

"There should have been, it's quite divine at school, it seems that the girl broke his heart, so he won't let the girl get close anymore! Oh my God, you should be glad you got so close to him and didn't even kick him out! Wan Xin poured a whole bag of potato chips into her mouth, and then smashed her mouth and said, "This potato chips are still spicy and delicious!" ”

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