I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart

Xie Ying’an’s retribution came quickly and swiftly.

In the morning, he had just torn Qingran’s love letter; in the afternoon’s class, while grabbing his books, five or six pink love letters tumbled out from the desk hole along with the books.

Actually, receiving love letters was already a common occurrence for Xie Ying’an. However, he hadn’t behaved well when tearing up Qingran’s letter in the morning.

Qingran glanced over indifferently, quickly bending down to pick up the fallen love letters before Xie Ying’an.

Xie Ying’an’s expression panicked for a moment but he quickly regained his composure. He pushed the two letters that hadn’t fallen to Qingran: "Tear them as well, please, it’s troublesome."

Qingran’s hand holding the pink envelopes paused.

Boy, your move is quite sly!

Xie Ying’an calmly waited for Qingran to help him tear the love letters.

Suddenly, Qingran lost the mood. She didn’t know what those girls who wrote the love letters were feeling, but surely they were hoping for some kind of response, not for their heartfelt emotions to be mercilessly thrown into a dirty, stinking trash can.

She pushed the few love letters across the desk back to Xie Ying’an: "You handle them yourself."

Xie Ying’an looked at her for a long while before glancing at the pink envelopes and, in the same manner, tore them up and threw them into the trash can.