The camera focuses on Shen Sizhan.
He ruffles his silver hair with a roguish, carefree air.
Though inwardly nervous, he pretends to be completely unfazed.
Please don’t let him have zero notes too, right?
He slowly lifts the lid of the box, stealing a glance inside.
Phew! At least there’s a note.
With a flourish, he fully opens it. "Three!" he announces triumphantly.
Lin Mo praises him, "Not bad, not bad! Bringing honor to the family!"
Shen Sizhan smirks like the Nike logo and unfolds the first note.
["You must always, always make sure Xie Guanyan treats your sister well. If he doesn’t, convince her to leave him in time."]
Shen Sizhan is taken aback.
Who wrote this?
Shrugging it off, he moves to the next note.
["Wishing you success in your career and good health."]
So formal—probably Xie Guanyan.
He opens the last one.
["Hey, remember this—whatever it is, just remember it first."]
Shen Sizhan: "..."
—"The first one’s hard to guess. Was it Xu Yan?"
Now it’s Jiang Wan’s turn. She opens her box to find just one note.
A little disappointed, she unfolds it.
["You’re adorable, like a little cake."]
Seeing the compliment, she brightens up, smoothing her chestnut curls.
Must be Lin Mo’s handwriting.
Lin Mo loves giving praise!
—"That’s totally Lin Mo’s style. They say women are born to love—this hits me right in the feels."
—"Seriously, I can fall in love with seven or eight people just scrolling through TikTok for an hour."
Xu Yan is also worried he might have no notes, but he keeps his usual cool demeanor.
When he opens the box, he’s surprised to find two.
The first one reads:
["You’re mature and composed beyond your years. Wishing you happiness!"]
Who wrote this?
He glances around and locks eyes with Li Huanyu, who gives him a gentle smile.
—"Li Huanyu really knows how to handle social situations. After all, he’s a young master from a wealthy family."
Frowning, Xu Yan looks at the second note.
["I’ll keep dancing. As my friend, I hope you’ll come often—watch me improve and go further."]
His grip tightens, crumpling the note slightly. He lifts his gaze to Lin Mo.
The usual calm in his eyes is gone, replaced by intense emotion.
Is she encouraging him to keep living?
Of course—Lin Mo was never cold. She’s always been warm, like the sun.
But Lin Mo isn’t looking at him. She’s sneakily eating an orange.
Xu Yan lowers his eyes, carefully folding the note instead of putting it back. He holds it tightly in his palm.
—"Lin Mo and Xu Yan actually have great chemistry, but Lin Mo and Xie Guanyan are the ultimate pairing."
—"Give Xu Yan to me! I’d send him 52 ‘good morning’ texts every day to love him properly!"
The camera shifts to Xie Guanyan.
His authoritative face fills the screens of millions of viewers.
—"I used to think I was just into looks, then abs, then throat knots, voices, hands… Now I realize—I’m just plain thirsty. No self-control."
Xie Guanyan’s slender, well-defined fingers leisurely open the box, revealing four notes.
He reads them one by one.
First: ["Stay sweet, or I’ll find someone to deal with you!"]
Second: ["I hate you!!"]
Third: ["Keep loving her the way you do today."]
Fourth: ["You’re delicious (crossed out) smell good."]
Seeing the crossed-out word, Xie Guanyan’s ears turn pink.
Shanshan had said the same thing once while resting her head on his chest.
—"I wish I could ship them as boldly as Jiang Wan!"
—"Who else gets the fourth note? Every word feels scandalous!"
—"Delicious? Where exactly?"
—"Did Lin Mo write the fourth one? But it doesn’t sound like her."
Finally, the camera lands on Lin Mo.
The young woman’s radiant, porcelain face glows as she opens her box to find a stack of notes.
The first one says: ["Let’s be good friends—hang out and party together!"]
Second: ["Fun fact: When you hug someone, you’re literally inches away from their poop."]
Lin Mo: "..."
—"Shen Sizhan, you little—!"
Third: ["If we never meet again, then good morning, good afternoon, and good night."]
Fourth: ["Pretty sis, meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life. Thank you."]
The fifth note is written in elegant, bold strokes.
["Three things I love: the sun, the moon, and you. The sun for morning, the moon for night, and you forever."]
Lin Mo blinks. Old-school Xie Guanyan?
There’s one last note in the box.
She opens it to find messy, scrawled handwriting.
["I’ll always cherish our three high school years. Lin Mo, don’t you dare forget me!"]
Lin Mo instantly recognizes Gu Jingchuan’s writing and rolls her eyes.
Just as she’s about to toss it back, she spots tiny words crammed in the corner.
["Beware! Xie Guanyan is a total creep!"]
