For teenage boys, receiving a love letter means enduring the ultimate envy, jealousy, hatred, and murderous stares from other boys.
I vaguely remember receiving a love letter in my second year of high school. When I came back from lunch break, I found a pink letter in my drawer. Before I even opened it, the boys around me already knew what it was.
Moreover, the reactions were all very strong, especially Qin Zhou, who lay on his desk with a mournful face, acting crazy and almost losing his Dao heart.
"Why you of all people! You deserve to die!"
Of course, while they might feel envious, they would only make a couple of jokes and tease each other, and that would be the end of it. Apart from that, all that remained were the meaningful teasing remarks from the boys in the class.
"Our class heartthrob received another love letter!"
"Wow, I'm having an amazing luck with love!"
"That's amazing!"
Just thinking about it makes me shudder. Although it would be nice to be liked by a girl, Wenmo ultimately rejected her politely.
The reason is also very old-fashioned.
I have no plans to date at the moment.
Looking back at the time and place, Wen Mo almost subconsciously hid the love letter behind his back. Then, he looked around nervously and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one else around.
There were no other spectators, no jeers, only the questioning look from my cousin beside me.
She witnessed the whole thing.
A boy quickly shoved a letter into Wenmo's arms and then ran off, disappearing from sight.
The letter was beautiful; the lace on it was clearly carefully decorated.
Before Wen Mo could explain, he immediately hid the letter and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened, without saying a word until the two of them walked out of the school gate.
Wen Mo could feel the questioning look in the girl's eyes beside him. Unlike his calm demeanor, his mind was in complete turmoil.
It's a mistake, a complete mistake.
A glance, a boy, a love letter—all these things matter.
Everything is wrong.
Why did they choose this time to send the love letter? Why was the recipient of the love letter me? This is completely different from what I imagined.
Wen Mo let out a long breath; the love letter in his pocket seemed to carry a bit of warmth, becoming increasingly hot to the touch.
Stealing a glance at Xia Lian, I saw that her expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened and she had no intention of asking any questions.
Over time, one can naturally sense her inner qualities, but most people will only notice Xia Lian's appearance at first glance.
Because this girl is really, really beautiful.
She was as exquisite and perfect as a porcelain doll, with jet-black, smooth hair, a small face, and a quiet and obedient demeanor, coupled with an expressionless and aloof temperament—it was simply indescribable.
Perhaps it was because he had spent too much time with Xia Lian that Wen Mo gradually forgot his own strengths.
If they don't have matching good looks, they won't be recognized as a couple in public.
That's why the love letter ended up in his hands.
Wenmo wanted to speak, but felt the atmosphere was too strange and didn't know what to say. He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a single useful word.
Moreover, the boy who delivered the letter ran too fast; he disappeared from sight before I could even remember his face. Now I can hardly recall what he looks like.
All I know is that guy was probably just a "messenger," someone who ran errands for people.
For example, if the writer of a love letter is too shy to deliver it in person or secretly put it in Wenmo's drawer, they will ask someone to deliver the letter for them and give them a small fee as a token of appreciation.
To be honest, in the past, receiving a love letter might have made me a little happy, after all, I would know that I am quite charming.
But now...
Wen Mo put his hands in his pockets, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the side, his fingers occasionally rubbing the letter in his pocket.
Looking at Xia Lian's expression, it was clear that she didn't realize the importance of the letter, treating it as just an ordinary letter, and probably didn't even know what a love letter was.
I don't know whether to be happy or sad at this moment. If I keep it from her, I will feel very guilty.
"...Why did you suddenly stop talking? It's so boring." Perhaps unable to bear the silence, Wen Mo broke the silence first, "As for what happened earlier, feel free to ask me anything, and I will answer truthfully."
Xia Lian is a very strange girl. She always has some nonsensical ideas or does some nonsensical things.
But rather than the current silence, Wenmo would prefer her to ask some random questions like before, which might make the atmosphere more comfortable.
As Wen Mo had expected, the girl did not speak immediately. Instead, she lowered her head and thought for a few seconds, unconsciously relaxing the force she was using to tug at her sleeve.
After a long while, she raised her head, her eyes slightly trembling.
"What was Wen Mo trying to do by blocking my way just now?"
Good, finally you spoke.
Moreover, the questions asked were quite unexpected and had nothing to do with love letters.
Wen Mo forced a smile, thought for a moment, and then told her the truth.
"I just want to protect you."
"Protect me?"
"Yeah, that kid just rushed up to us, who knows what he was up to..." Wen Mo scratched his cheek, still finding the whole thing a bit absurd as he recalled it, "Turns out he just came to deliver a message..."
Moreover, the recipient of the letter was himself, not Xia Lian who was beside him.
“Wen Mo is here, and he cares about me.” Xia Lian narrowed her eyes, her expression relaxing slightly upon hearing the answer. “I’m very happy.”
"...Are you happy? That's great, after all, I really care about you." Wen Mo shrugged as if nothing was wrong, then smiled.
Although the girl said she was very happy, her expression remained unchanged, and there wasn't even a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.
I thought I would see her smile again.
Before Wen Mo could even catch his breath, the next sentence, Zero Frame, seemed to have grabbed him by the throat.
"What did the letter say?"
Xia Lian tilted her head slightly, her innocent expression revealing no ulterior motives; it was clear she simply wanted to ask the question.
But unexpectedly, it almost choked Wen Mo to death.
"Cough cough cough..."
He coughed twice; he had accidentally choked on his saliva while talking, and his throat was still burning and stinging.
Once his voice recovered, Wen Mo's eyes trembled slightly as he pondered how to answer the question.
"I wrote it, I wrote it..."
To be honest, even he himself hadn't opened it to look at it, so who knows what was written inside? But the content of love letters should all be pretty much the same; he would be satisfied with just a couple of sentences expressing his feelings.
The problem now is that Xia Lian has no idea how important and significant this letter is.
Even after failing to come up with a perfect answer, Wen Mo sighed, reached into his pocket, took out all the love letters, and shook them in his hand.
"Strictly speaking, this doesn't count as a letter..."
He explained somewhat helplessly, and placed the pink letter directly into Xia Lian's palm.
"This is... a love letter."
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