She reached out to pick up the paper, shielding the sunlight, and slowly opened her eyes.
Even though the paper blocked it, the sudden sunlight was still blinding, causing her eyes to well up with tears.
She kept her eyes open for a long time, waiting for the soreness to pass before glancing at the paper's content.
With just one glance, she was stunned.
This handwriting was very familiar to her; it was Liu Xinghe's.
His handwriting was never practiced seriously, not the style of any famous figure, yet it had a sense of freedom and unrestrained posture.
This piece of paper, because it was hastily written, showed this posture even more; she could almost imagine his expression while writing.
"For me?" Under the sun for too long, her throat was a little dry, and her voice was husky.
She held the paper, slowly sitting up, somewhat reluctant to read it.
Su Luo secretly smiled and shook her head, "No, it's for me!"
