Song Qingchun glanced at it for a second and could recognize it as the mystery number.
She opened the message without hesitation. The message was as succinct as before, but when she read the short few words, her whole body froze as if petrified.
"The most beautiful incident is not loving you but meeting you."
When she received this message five years ago, she had thought the owner of these messages was her secret admirer. From middle school under now, many boys had confessed to her before, so she had heard much more fanciful proclamations than this before ,but for that moment, these few simple words managed to reach deep into her heart and touch it.
It was her father who pulled her back from her reverie. She had no clue what Song Menghwa was asking, so she merely replied with a half-hearted "okay" before wandering back to her bed and sitting down.