A month after he left, Fu Ying finally got his address over there.
Thank heavens for the younger brother; otherwise, she would have never dared to ask the elder brother for it.
That afternoon, when Fu Ying was writing the anonymous letter, she silently prayed for her younger brother in her heart.
Praying that he wouldn't get cuckolded again.
During the break, there weren't many people in the classroom, most were gathered in the hallway looking down at the playground.
Some pretty good-looking boys were playing basketball, and the girls outside exclaimed from time to time.
Fu Ying lowered her head and sighed at the blank signature space.
She secretly vowed that one day, her name, Fu Ying, would be written here.
Just as she clipped the letter into her book and put it into her desk, Lin Lishan walked in.
"Fu Ying, some handsome guys are playing basketball outside. They are all so dashing, why don't you go take a look?"
"Not interested."
"Not even interested in handsome guys?"
