Zuo Aiai couldn't help but chuckle as she read this part.
She had always thought Ji Nanfeng was a serious and cold person, not a bit romantic, but it had never occurred to her that this guy could be incredibly romantic and... quite a charmer too!
She let out a soft laugh.
Her fingertips gently caressed the handwriting on the paper.
Ji Nanfeng's handwriting, just like him, was bold and vigorous, the characters strong and forceful, exuding a dominant presence on the paper.
She carefully folded the paper and placed it into the envelope.
In truth, such a thing was really not suitable for her to keep while living in the He Family home.
Because once discovered, it would lead to endless trouble.
But Zuo Aiai couldn't quite bring herself to part with it.
She couldn't see him, couldn't call him, couldn't send him messages—she could do nothing, and she had even deleted all the photos of him from her phone, only occasionally looking at him on Cloud Space or browsing his photos online.
