Winmer didn't like that kind of plot.
The two people had a misunderstanding over a small matter, and in the end, each harbored their own thoughts, neither willing to speak out.
If that's the case, even if we do start dating in the future, there will be a lot of concerns. He prefers to clear up misunderstandings and speak his mind.
As a responsible older cousin, and harboring feelings of love in his heart, it is necessary to make Xia Lian feel safe at all times.
The love letter indicated the location for replying, and Wenmo planned to go and meet this somewhat intimidating girl who harbored romantic feelings for him.
The next day at noon.
At the entrance of a first-year high school classroom.
"You go back first. You and Yin Tao and Qingzhou go out for lunch today. I'm going to meet that guy." Wen Mo patted Xia Lian's shoulder, chuckled, and ruffled her hair before turning and leaving.
Xia Lian didn't speak, staring blankly at his departing figure, lost in thought. In the end, she didn't make any move, only pursing her lips and uttering, "Thank you."
No one knows why she thanked him.
...
The meeting place arranged by the girl named Jiang Meng was on a bench on the side of the library, a quiet spot where no one would usually bother them.
In addition, because the weather is quite cold now, there is not a single person in sight. Fortunately, the sun came out at noon, and it felt very comfortable to be in the sun.
"Nobody's here. We weren't supposed to meet here."
Wen Mo put his hands in his coat pockets, looked around, but didn't see her. "No way? Could it be that the letter was just a joke? They just stood me up like that?"
Just as he was getting annoyed, he noticed a series of quiet footsteps, which made Wen Mo turn around immediately.
"ah……"
"ah."
Wenmo stared at a girl whose face he couldn't see.
Rather than saying you can't see her face, it's more accurate to say her bangs are too long, so long that you can't see her eyes; the only thing you can see is her large black-rimmed glasses.
"You're Jiang Meng?" He looked her up and down, finding it hard to believe that the girl in front of him was the one who wrote that strange love letter.
To be honest, that letter didn't seem like a love letter; it was more like an autobiography of a stalker.
The survey even detailed what the person ate, what they liked, what they were most used to doing in class, and which hand they preferred for doing homework.
This is also what terrifies Wenmo; there's a figure secretly following him, and it's impossible not to be scared.
"Yes, President Wen Mo, I am Jiang Meng."
Jiang Meng spoke in a delicate voice, but at a slow pace, as if she was intentionally trying to make sure everyone could hear what she was saying.
Her hands were rubbing together beneath her, as if she were nervous, and she never raised her head to face the man in front of her.
“…I’ve read everything you wrote in your letter. It’s hard to imagine you had the courage to write so much…strange stuff.” Wen Mo hesitated for a moment, but continued as he had originally planned.
"Hehe, thank you for making time to meet me, President." Jiang Meng's laughter sounded very happy, but her appearance showed no joy whatsoever.
"...Okay, let's sit down and talk. Let's talk about the love letters."
Wen Mo greeted her, then first had the girl sit on one side of the bench, and then sat on the other side, which was furthest away.
"Is everything written in the love letters true?"
He didn't want to waste words and went straight to the point. The things that had happened up there still made him feel a chill down his spine. The thought of being followed for so long made his head spin.
Jiang Meng nodded readily, but despite the conversation, she never looked at Wen Mo. "I really like the president."
"...Thank you for your kind words, but let's talk about something else first." Wen Mo coughed twice. "Is it true that you were following me? You secretly followed me for so long by yourself?"
"Yes, because I really like the president, so I want to know more about you."
The girl's voice sounded cheerful, but her actions revealed no trace of laughter; the bangs that covered her face swayed as she moved.
"I really appreciate that you like me, but isn't the way you're getting to know me a little too much... I don't really like having someone following me around."
Wen Mo's words were much more tactful; he wanted to give Jiang Meng face and try his best to save face for her.
"I'm sorry, I did it when I wanted to, but I didn't realize until I was writing the love letter that... I've been looking at it for so long."
It seemed that even she herself had only just realized how bad her behavior was, but Jiang Meng still honestly admitted to stalking.
From the moment she first saw Wen Mo, her eyes were glued to him. Perhaps she was bewitched, for she didn't know when it started, but her feet were always following behind him.
Just by quietly gazing at him, Jiang Meng felt a deep sense of satisfaction, and this psychological comfort made her feel incredibly excited.
And so, this love letter was born.
"Try not to do that kind of thing again in the future. It's a bit too much." Wen Mo tried to remain calm, since the other person still seemed to be able to speak.
"Is that so? Sure, that works."
"...You agreed so readily?!"
Wen Mo blurted out the answer without thinking, much to his own surprise that the guy didn't hesitate at all.
"After all, I like you, so of course I can do something as small as this." Jiang Meng cupped her face in her hands, a gentle breeze blowing away the strands of hair that were covering her face, revealing a strange expression that was both infatuated and affectionate.
She took off her black-rimmed glasses, folded them, and put them back in her bag, but her expression remained unchanged, making Wen Mo's scalp tingle.
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