Walking away from the Calligrapher Association on the way home, Han Mingyue suddenly said to Zhen Yu from the bottom of his heart, "Xiao Yu, there was actually a moment when I really hoped no one else would learn to write your characters!"
Zhen Yu tilted her head in surprise and glanced at him.
After pursing her lips and thinking for a while, she finally said, "Actually, I've had similar thoughts."
"?" Han Mingyue was stunned for a moment, then immediately followed up with, "What?"
But Zhen Yu suddenly bowed her head and quickened her pace, staying silent for a good while.
Seeing this, Han Mingyue couldn't help but have many doubts and speculations arise in his heart.
Was it something hard to mention? Or something she didn't want to tell him?
Or perhaps the thought was just too unique?
...Could it be possible that she was afraid speaking it aloud might backfire?
Regardless, Han Mingyue decided to express his own true thoughts and leave Zhen Yu space to refuse.
