Halfway through the meal, there was a commotion in the cafeteria.
At the entrance of the cafeteria, a few youthful and beautiful figures walked in.
The girl walking in the middle was the tallest and most eye-catching.
"Ruan Ruan, that girl is Muxue."
Wen Ruan had already guessed it.
No wonder Muxue caused a sensation when she turned around.
She was indeed pure and beautiful, delicate and moving, and had an outstanding temperament.
In school, Huo Hannian never had much contact with girls other than talking to her.
This morning, he and Muxue were walking side by side on the field. It was obvious that Muxue was different in his heart.
Wen Ruan looked at Muxue's appearance and suddenly had an illusion. Her expression and temperament were similar to her own.
A girl's intuition gave Wen Ruan a bold guess.
