Lin Daiyu chuckled, feeling a little proud in her heart. She was aloof and had a high self-esteem, but she had been hit by Jia Huan's various monstrous behaviors before. Jia Huan was obviously younger than her, but he could write poems and draw, and he also understood Writing such a wonderful drama once made her feel ashamed. Now she finally found out that Jia Huan couldn't do something, and she could teach him, so she finally regained some self-confidence.
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