The front of the bus.
Hu Heng, the president of the mountaineering club, was diligently and responsibly explaining the rules that needed to be followed for the activity: mainly, that one should obey commands and not run around aimlessly, and so on...
Jiang Chen didn't listen, his eyes were constantly fixed on Li Shuru's face beside him.
When others admired a beauty, they did so with covert peeks, afraid of being discovered, but he was different.
It was like appreciating an art exhibition, wanton and bold.
"Is there something on my face?"
Li Shuru didn't look aside.
Jiang Chen appreciated her unflustered composure in the face of change.
"No, you are much lovelier than any flower."
This wasn't a compliment.
But an impulsive sentiment.
Li Shu Rui's attire today, although it lacked the kind of stunning beauty that could bewitch one's soul, suited his taste very well.
He even went so far as to give her some unasked advice.
