The classmates almost started fighting amongst themselves.
Bai Shaolin stared coldly at Sheng Tang.
Jiang Wei also glanced over, her eyes burned by the sight of those red roses, her heart turning blood red. The jealousy almost consumed her.
Feng Yijin looked on with disdain.
Sheng Tang walked to the doorway, fixating her gaze on Gu Jiahui.
The snow grew heavier, blanketing the entire campus. Everywhere was pure white, except for the roses in Gu Jiahui's hand, which stood out from the mundane world with their dazzling color.
Their fiery, seductive red bloomed fiercely.
"Junior, happy birthday." Gu Jiahui handed the roses forward, "Congratulations on turning eighteen..."
Sheng Tang's eyes flickered a bit. She smiled slightly and took them. "Thank you, Senior Brother."
There were louder cheers from the classroom, even some nosy students from the next class came out to watch.
"Eighteen now, you can start dating, right?" Gu Jiahui asked softly, his voice still tender.
