Xuxu was beside him, holding onto his elbow. A warm and demure smile was plastered onto her face.
She stared at the entrance, seeing many familiar faces—her ex-classmates and teachers.
"Xuxu."
Xuxu was saying hello to the people before them when someone called her.
It was a woman's voice, and she sounded like she was of mature age.
She looked up and saw an old woman in a dark purple sweater. She was smiling and walking over towards them.
Her silver hair was pinned up neatly into a bun. From her appearance to her smile, she seemed elegant and poised.
Xuxu hesitated before recalling something and smiling beautifully. "Teacher Li."
She was their class teacher in middle school.
Xuxu let go of Yan Rusheng's arm and went up to greet her.
"Teacher Li," she greeted excitedly. She then grabbed the old woman's hand.
