Wen Xinya was over the moon. She lifted the hem of her dress and sprinted towards the room.
Si Yiyan was holding onto a thick book that he seemed to be engrossed in. It made him look cultured and knowledgeable. His light green shirt made him look suave and elegant.
Wen Xinya scurried towards Xinya and yelled his name excitedly, "Yan~ Yan~ Yan~"
Si Yiyan seemed to be immersed in his book.
Wen Xinya pouted unhappily and leaned towards him in a bid to find out what he was reading. He was so engrossed that he couldn't even be bothered to talk to her.
In the end, she was dumbfounded when she saw all the strange characters and symbols.
She could not recognize them at all.
They did not seem to be English nor French. The special characters and the alphabets that she was familiar with mixed together to form a beautiful, exquisite and rustic vibe on paper.
Could this be another language that Si Yiyan was proficient in?