A week had passed, and it had been uneventfully peaceful; Ou Cheng was still hovering around Ling Xi, although he once told her that his ultimate goal was, in fact, just Ling Xi herself, she remained vigilant.
Ou Cheng was too cunning, and his ideas were unpredictable, springing one after another. If one day, in a moment of happiness or discontent, he caused some trouble for her, it would be another nuisance to deal with.
However, that issue self-resolved the following day.
...
The sky was somewhat overcast the next day.
"Ling Xi, your... love letter." Racing in from the classroom doorway, Ji Bai toyed with the stack of not so neatly folded paper hearts in his hand, teasingly gazing at Ling Xi, with a hint of admiration, "Although they're not folded very nicely, and you can tell it's a first attempt, it's the thought that counts."
