Her mood transformed quickly, a wide smile spreading across her face. Girls can be really puzzling sometimes—just earlier, she looked as if the whole world owed her something, but now, just like that, she was beaming like a flower in full bloom.
Han Yiwei stood by the tall floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of red wine in hand, his lips curling slightly upwards. He could already picture Tangtang's expression as she unwrapped the gift—it was bound to be amusing.
Indeed, Tangtang didn't disappoint Han Yiwei's meticulous planning. Her initial excitement gave way to a small, fiery pout of anger, her emotions vividly displayed. If anyone knew Tangtang best, it had to be Han Yiwei.
As expected, Tangtang couldn't hold onto her anger for long; she was soon drawn in by the letter Han Yiwei had penned himself, leaving behind her earlier indignation.
Though the letter was brief, the words were potent enough to make Tangtang blush instantly.
