"I am a scholar, how can I make this rich lady fall in love with me?"
That was the last sentence in the man's letter. Since receiving this letter, he has disappeared, or it seems that he has never existed. Maybe my heart has been dusty for too long, or I hate this unoriginal way of confessing love letters.
Bai Xijia thought to herself, walked to the exquisite dressing table, and carefully put the letter into the secret door under the dressing table.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
