"It's Miss Lin. I remember now, isn't he her boyfriend?"
"It really is him. They're a perfect match. When will I ever get a boyfriend that handsome and romantic?"
"Keep dreaming. All the good guys are already taken."
"What's there to be proud of? No matter how handsome or romantic, he's still broke."
Amid the sea of praise, a negative comment suddenly surfaced. It was like a stone tossed into a calm lake, sending out ripples that drew everyone's attention to another girl.
This girl possessed a beauty that rivaled Lin Xi's. But when it came to her figure, she was still a far cry from Lin Xi. What's more, unlike Lin Xi, her eyes held a worldly gaze—a look that detracted from her otherwise perfect appearance.
"Xue Yang!"
Lin Xi rushed toward Xue Yang, wanting to leap into his arms, but the large bouquet of flowers he was holding blocked her path.
She could only stop where she was, holding her arms open. "Xue Yang, a hug..." she pleaded, her voice tinged with anxiety.
