Li Yi didn't fall asleep until very late last night.
When she got up in the morning, she was nearly late.
Sitting on the bus with nothing to do, she took out the letter she stayed up late writing and looked at it again.
She read it word by word. The sentences that seemed fine yesterday felt weird today, even a bit embarrassing.
She pressed herself against the window, partially hiding it. Her handwriting was quite elegant and small, so even if someone next to her peeked over, they wouldn't necessarily be able to read it, but Li Yi always felt like others could see it.
Feeling like a thief, she read through the letter again, then put away the pink letter as her cheeks started to blush.
Of course, she didn't actually want to use a pink letter.
Because her sister said that love letters should be written on pink paper, she thought about using a different color.
In the end, after going back and forth, she still felt that the pink letter looked better and was more appropriate...
