She took out the hairdryer and sat on the sofa to dry her hair. As she was drying her hair, her eyes glanced at the table again.
He felt like something was missing ...
With a dazed look, she continued to blow dry her hair. The warm wind was accompanied by the whistling of the wind.
Wait a minute!
She was suddenly stunned.
That's right!
Where's the box that she left here?
Where's the box full of love letters?
Han qiqing was dumbfounded, and her mind went blank.
She subconsciously wondered if the love letter she received was just a dream.
She put down the hairdryer and thought carefully.
That didn't seem right.
It's not a dream!
To confirm that it wasn't a dream, han qiqing quickly found her phone and sent a message to mu Xiaoxiao.
"Xiaoxiao, I received a love letter today, right? A lot of love letters, right? Quickly tell me, I'm not dreaming!"