Back then, Xia Yuxun, staying in the small town of Jinglan, never knew she was so inadequate, yet this inadequate self had always clung ignorantly to the outstanding Leng Sichen.
Clearly it was early summer, but she felt ice cold all over.
Her steps stalled for almost half an hour, dazedly staring at things that instantly overturned all her previous perceptions, her nerves nearly numb.
Finally, she completely forgot why she had come, moved her steps, wanting to leave this place where she didn't belong.
But suddenly, her gaze stuck on a spot in the square, unable to move.
That boy, he was wearing a blue and white British-style school uniform, a white shirt as the base, a deep blue tie, and the gold badge on his chest shone brightly, with cherry blossom petals drifting by when the wind blew.
Even Xia Yuxun, who had no sense of aesthetics, knew that such a Leng Sichen was extremely, extremely handsome; among so many boys in school uniforms, none could wear the uniform so well.
