Autumn was warm and sunny.
The maple forest was red all over. A beautiful young girl was wearing a beige long dress. The corner of her dress was blown up by the wind. It was supposed to be a very pleasing scene.
However, when Jiang Qiran saw this scene, other than disgust, there was still more disgust in his heart.
Jiang Qiran's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. He coldly glanced at the homeroom teacher, Teacher Zhao, and then his gaze focused on Xia Qianqian.
"Why are you here?"
Xia Qianqian's slender eyelashes fluttered a few times, as she was fidgeting with her sleeves.
"Student Qiran, are you saying that I can't be here?"
Jiang Qiran clearly didn't say anything harsh, but Xia Qianqian looked as if she had suffered a great grievance. Her clear and bright eyes blinked, as if she was going to cry at any moment.
…
Seeing Xia Qianqian like this, Jiang Qiran's frown deepened.
