"I had a weird dream last night," said Pei Wen. "It's about a guy."

His eyes blinked with interest as he looked at Pei Wen, sitting opposite across the table. He sat up straight in his chair, resting his elbows on the table.

"Tell me about it! How weird is it? Is the guy handsome?" he teased.

Pei Wen bit her lip, looking uncertain whether to tell him about her dream.

"Well... it's not that weird actually...," said Pei Wen. "I think you know that person, just that I'm not sure whether you wanna listen to it."

"Tell me! Tell me!" he begged. "Is the story sweet? How's the beginning and the ending?"

"Fine...," Pei Wen sighed. "So the story goes like this..."

There was once a girl who fell deeply in love with a boy, but she didn't dare to confess her true feelings to him. She was afraid that it would destroy the friendship between the both of them, if he rejects. Wanting to confess her undying love for him, but also feeling afraid of being rejected, she decided to send him a love letter on Valentines Day.

During Valentines Day, she gave him the love letter. Inside the letter was her written confession about her feelings to him. However, when the boy opened the letter, he found out that the letter was actually blank! Not a single word or pen ink was shown on the letter! He felt confuse, but he didn't ask the girl any questions about the blank letter.

One day, the boy and girl went out together. They were both standing at the main entrance at the shopping mall, waiting to say goodbyes and go their separate ways. The girl ask the boy whether he had read the letter that she had given to him. The boy shook his head sadly and said no. The girl felt disappointed. She turned around, and started to leave.

"Wait!" the boy said.

The girl turned around to look at him.

"我可能开始喜欢了你了。怎么办呢?" he said in Chinese.

(I may be starting to like you. What should I do?)

The girl look at him with a blank facial expression, but she found those words very familiar.

The boy slowly walked towards her, avoiding her eye contact, feeling bashful.

He stood closely in front of her, and slowly entwined his fingers with hers, and said:

“这，就是我的答案。"

(This, is my answer.)

The girl smiled, and leaned her forehead against his chest.

“How did you found out the hidden message?” she asked. “It was written with a special magic ink.”

“I…,” he paused.

“I roasted the letter in the oven.”

“So, you are that girl?” Chuen asked.