War Meant Destruction, But Resurrection Too
Editor: Henyee Translations
She opened the notebook and smiled. She wrote two words sincerely: Thank you.
She passed the notebook back. Qin Xiu opened it. 'What good handwriting.' It was strong and elegant, manly but ladylike. Every stroke showed her mature and humble attitude.
No wonder Uncle always complimented her.
Qin Xiu looked at the two words and replied to them with two more words. He passed the notebook to Ye Jian.
'You're welcome.'
Ye Jian smiled at the reply. She didn't write any more words. Instead, she drew a smiley face.
How could someone so smart and knew eight languages have such a bad sense of direction? This didn't make sense.
She read a book in the medical institute talking about children who had a bad sense of direction. It said that such children might be careless and unorganized in their daily lives.