The pen spun in her hand, but her thoughts were wavering.
An unspeakable thought flashed through Lu You's mind.
"Gu Ming..."
She stopped herself as soon as she began.
'I can't write this!'
But if she said she didn't find Gu Ming special, she would only be lying to herself.
After all, she was a woman too. She dreamed of a prince on a white horse who would appear when she needed help most and pull her from her sea of troubles.
But she knew all too well that Gu Ming was simply too dazzling. She was not worthy of standing by his side.
She was like a mouse hiding in the shadows, watching him from behind as he forged ahead. She could only admire him from a distance, not daring to let her thoughts wander.
Because of this, she had no idea what to write in the letter.
In the end, she suddenly came to her senses and found a single sentence already written on the paper: "Gu Ming, thank you..."
That was right. It was a heartfelt thank you.
