"She…" Ming Ansheng stopped mid-sentence. He then continued plainly, "She hasn't matured. You're more sensible than her, so please take care of her."
Bai Jing nodded and agreed.
She ended the call and stared at the screen, deep in thought. She stuffed the phone back into Su Yue's bag and stared out of the window.
'She hasn't matured. You're more sensible than her, so please take care of her…'
What was so good about being sensible?
Su Yue was immature and ignorant, yet so many people cared about her.
But what about her?
…
The chauffeur drove her to the East Gate. Bai Jing entered the school and heard the bouncing of a basketball from afar. She lifted her head and looked towards the source of the sound.
A tall figure walked over. The warm afternoon sun shone on him and he seemed to sparkle.
She couldn't take her eyes off him.
She smiled uncontrollably. "Third Brother."
