"Um... Could you help me pass this to Pei Qi?"

I took the pale pink love letter.

This is the eleventh letter this month.

Everyone knows that I'm Pei Qi's childhood friend, and they all know that she couldn't possibly like anyone like me.

So they trust me to help deliver the love letters.

But as usual, when Pei Qi takes it, she raises her eyebrows and thinks about who the guy is, then she sneers lightly:

"My standards are not low."

She throws the love letter back into my arms, saying, "I can't afford someone at your level."

Her girlfriends burst into laughter.

And in Pei Qi's eyes, there's a hint of irony when she looks at me.

Why is that?

Because the first love letter that Pei Qi tore up was mine.