Sticky notes of various colors and shapes covered the wall, forming various images.
There were apple tree shapes, heart shapes, and little rabbit shapes.
[Today, I saw a certain drama where the male lead took the female lead to a lavender manor. So envious! ...I want that too, but compared to a lavender manor, I prefer a rose garden, my own personal rose garden.]
"Bai Haoxue, I planted a rose garden just for you in the backyard of Snowfield Manor, your own personal rose garden."
[Today went to the cinema and watched a certain movie, it was so breathtaking!!! I loved the ending! The male and female leads distanced themselves from everything and lived in a beautiful wooden house. The male lead was so amazing (starry eyes) that he personally planted an orchard for the female lead. I wish I were that female lead! (starry eyes)]
"Bai Haoxue, are your eyes blind? (angry face) That male lead is not even as handso as , (drew a cartoon handso face) as for the orchard you wanted, I’ve already planted it for you, and the wooden house is better than theirs."
[I secretly read a novel during class today, humph, I don’t like the female lead (angry face), my male lead is so good (starry eyes) and she actually dared to hit him?!! (angry face)]
"Better to beat him to death! (drew a hamr) Also, Bai Haoxue, you need to listen carefully in class, what novel are you reading? Do you deserve your mother? Such a poor student! (disdainful face)"
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There were many, many more such "conversations" like this.
The shapes ford by those sticky notes were extrely symtrical, the left side containing what she wrote, and on the right side were Ji Hanyu’s replies.
One line for one line, very clear and understandable.
Bai Haoxue laughed and cried as she read those sticky notes and their content.
Since she was young, she had a habit of writing her thoughts and feelings on sticky notes, be they happy or unhappy, she would write them all down.
If a sentence in a novel moved her, she would copy it down. If she saw a romantic scene in a TV show or movie, she would fantasize and write down her thoughts of the mont.
Then, she’d put them all in a big storage box.
However, what she wrote on those sticky notes were rely her thoughts at that mont, her feelings, and fantasies.
But many years later, Ji Hanyu saw what she had written and replied to her one by one.
And those were just so fleeting thoughts from her girlhood, spontaneous and instant.
Now, after all these years, so much, she had forgotten.
That kind of forgetfulness is natural as ti passes, like when you can’t rember what you wrote in your diary in the first grade twenty years later.
Yet, Ji Hanyu realized her thoughts at that ti, even those unrealistic fantasies, for her.
The rose garden was planted for her, the orchard was planted for her, and the wooden house was also built for her.
Everything in Snowfield Manor, all the things he ordered to be forbidden, were for her.
Bai Haoxue reached out to touch those sticky notes, those words...
Because she was young then, her words were crooked and naive, while Ji Hanyu’s handwriting was neat and mature.
From her childhood to adulthood, full of whimsical, unrealistic, daydreaming fantasies, Ji Hanyu responded to her, participated in them, one by one.
At this mont, Bai Haoxue couldn’t find any adjectives to describe her feelings...
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