Gu Qili was so engrossed that she didn't realize when she picked up a piece of paper.
Could someone as unconventional as him actually be interested in these boring lovey-dovey notes?
Glancing at the note, Gu Qili was a bit startled; it read: Qili, I want to confess my feelings to you.
A very neat and elegant handwriting, exuding a masculine aura, one could vaguely sense the excited yet nervous emotions of the note's writer.
Such familiar handwriting, very familiar indeed.
Indeed, at Australian University, she was the only one called Qili.
When Gu Qili was very young, she asked her dad why he chose such an odd name for her, one that sounded like a boy's.