The Wallet Was Given

When they were young, they practiced writing stroke by stroke.

One's handwriting would reflect one's character. If one's writing were ugly, they would be laughed at.

Su Xuewen naturally couldn't let his daughters be laughed at, so Su Qing's handwriting was really good, even better than the original character's.

"Don't compare yourself to men. Men have more strength, so their handwriting is more vigorous and free." Su Wen stole a glance at that man's handwriting and admired it. "I still have the envelope and stamps I bought last time. Take them."

"Alright then."

Su Qing agreed and took the envelope and stamps back to her room to sit in front of the small desk. For a moment, she was nervous and didn't know what to write. It had been a long time since she had contacted her classmates. She had never interacted with boys in school because of her shy personality.