The road ahead was good, and Fu Jinghen managed to glance at Wen Qiao, seeing her little face clearly spelled out "gossip," he felt even more suffocated, "You won't be jealous because some girl wrote me love letters?"
"Jealous? No." Wen Qiao shook her head, "What's there to be jealous about over love letters? Plus, a girl putting her feelings for you into words and then giving them to you doesn't necessarily mean she wants something in return. Maybe she just wants to tell you about her feelings, that's all."
With those words, she nestled back into her seat and sighed, "That's why I say, student love is the most beautiful. No strings attached, no intense rivalries."
Wen Qiao's lament was unintended, but upon hearing it, Fu Jinghen suddenly fell silent.
The great clans always end up with arranged marriages, and he and Wen Qiao were no exception.
