Picky Flowers

After a long while, the girl finally passed the sheet of paper back to Di Tou. Looking at the sheet, Di Tou realized why the girl looked so reluctant when she did so. It wasn't that she had finished writing what she wanted to say. It was just that she had already filled up the entire sheet of paper on both sides and didn't have any more room to say anything. Wisely, Di Tou didn't take out another sheet of paper but instead started reading. If it really turned out to be a personal essay, wouldn't he just be shooting himself in the foot if he gave the girl more room to work?

But after reading five lines, Di Tou's expression contorted somewhat, and he hesitated for a moment before taking out a full stack of paper and passing it to the girl, refilling her drink while he was at it. F*ck, personal essay or not, wasn't this just what he was looking for?