Sheng Jianan was even more stunned, unable to move.
Tang Yanqi's tears seemed to be unstoppable, falling like a flood, and her voice choked with emotion: "The girl wrote a sentence in the book, hiding her name inside, but the boy was too foolish, he didn't see it."
Sheng Jianan awkwardly took from Tang Yanqi's hand the book he had flipped through countless times, opened the cover, and saw neatly written in calligraphy - "Peach and plum do not speak, yet beneath them a path is formed."
Unspoken...path formed...Yan...Qi
Yanqi!
Tang Yanqi!
At this moment, it was like waking from a dream.
Someone next to them, unable to hold back, began to sob, Tang Yanqi didn't move, she just looked quietly at Sheng Jianan, voice choked: "Sheng Jianan, tell me, was that boy too foolish?"
Sheng Jianan moved his lips, silent.
Or rather, he didn't even know what he could say.
