Back in the classroom, Miaomiao lowered her head, pondering how on earth one goes about writing a love letter. She glanced up at Ansheng, who seemed equally lost in thought, and felt a mixture of hesitation and nervousness.
As for love letters, she had received all sorts of them in the past. But thanks to the fact that she had never had the slightest inclination toward romance back then, she had merely skimmed over most of them without even absorbing the content.
With this realization, she let out a soft sigh, resigning herself to the fact that she didn't even have any past examples to borrow from.
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