Fast through the white moonlight: boss, pick up the morals

Chapter 425 The Autistic Teen Who Falls in Love with a Female Ghost (17)

Jing Xian keenly sensed something was wrong.

For a while, Li Weixi was very active, and seemed to have endless things to say.

He was also happy to talk to her, as if they had an inseparable bond.

But now Li Weixi has become much quieter.Even if you are not listening in class, you would rather be in a daze than talk to him.

During the lunch break, there were not many people in the classroom.Those who live in bed go back to bed, and those who don’t stop go home. Jing Xian is one of the few students who stay in the classroom for lunch break.

Li Weixi originally went back to bed, but Jing Xian was here, and she never went back at noon.

"Li Weixi," he called to stop her from coming, "are you unhappy recently?"

He pushed the book in his drawer.

In his drawer, there is a letter.It was something he wrote after spending several nights thinking over his words.

He wanted to take this step, but Li Weixi's reaction made him confused.

"No," Li Weixi turned her head and smiled, "I'm just thinking about life. My grades are too bad, and I'm suffering a lot in this class."

Not because of him--just because of him.

The big rock in Jing Xian's heart loosened.

He held the corner of the envelope with his hand, and when Li Weixi turned around, he quickly threw it into her drawer.Then he said, "I'll go out for a while."

Li Weixi nodded.

Although she turned her back, how could Jing Xian's small movements escape her eyes.This made her laugh dumbfounded - adolescent boys and girls are so innocent even in their confession.

The envelope is in plain light colors, sky blue, water blue, cloud white, elegant and profound.She thought that Jing Xian would use blank paper directly, but she didn't expect that he put his mind to it.

How can you not bother?

This is a love letter.

There is a large page inside, Jing Xian's handwriting, the layout is neat, the words are written stroke by stroke, without a single modification, like a perfectly carved handicraft.

I don't know how many times he patiently copied it to achieve this effect?

He didn't know how to express his importance, so he could only show it in the details—whether it was the letter paper or the writing of the letter, they were full of beauty.

And this would not have happened to Jing Xian before.

Wei Xi:

……

I like your name.It is reminiscent of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, with white mist and dawn fog.

I am a non-social person.Growing up, I didn't have many friends.Even if there were, they left me one after another because of my reasons.

……

You are different.

……

He removed the surname at the beginning, signed the signature, and also removed the surname, leaving the word "Xian" alone.

It is not so much a love letter as a delicate and beautiful prose.

He didn't say outright that he liked her, but the emotions revealed between the lines were beyond doubt.At the end, she was even more frank, asking her if she would accept him.

Maybe the boss is watching her secretly from some corner, expecting her reaction.

Li Weixi couldn't help laughing after thinking about it. She pinched the letter paper, read the letter several times, carefully folded it, put it back in the envelope, and put it in her notebook again.

Jing Xian was indeed peeping.

He widened his eyes, trying to see the expression on Li Weixi's face more clearly.

But if he is at the back door, he can only see Li Weixi's back; if he is at the front door, it is far away, and he can see her face is blurred.

So he could only observe that Li Weixi read the letter for a long time-this was definitely beyond the normal time to read it once.

(End of this chapter)