Chapter 825 This Is Not A Blind Date

• Six years ago, she had no desire to personally write the invitation letter. Perhaps her feelings for him were not deep enough, or maybe she had no feelings for him at all.
• But with Fu Siye, she was willing to do anything, even this tedious and meaningless repetitive work.
• Lu Xiuran's gaze was fixed, his deep eyes focused on the words of the invitation letter. He couldn't tell if it was just his imagination, but he felt a sense of joy in every stroke and every word.