If we just communicate properly, everything can be resolved, right?
Chen Yuan wrote line after line, but in the end, the content wasn't right and the opening was just plain awful. He crossed it all out.
Honestly, putting his thoughts down on paper wasn't as easy as he'd imagined, especially since he'd never written anything like this before. He had, however, received many confession letters from girls. Their openings usually went something like, "Chen Yuan, you don't need to know who I am. Just think of me as a stranger you've never met from some other class." Chen Yuan tried to apply their formula, but he found it couldn't solve his current problem.
Writing it on paper... it felt stupid and overly dramatic.
'I wonder if what I'm doing right now is also overly dramatic... Whatever.'
He'd always been the type to get hung up on trivial things and keep to himself. He would hide all his thoughts in his heart, and over time, he forgot how to express them at all.
