"Xiao Niqiu!"
Xiao Niqiu had just stepped a few paces outside the courtyard gate when he heard the shout behind him. Turning back, he realized it was Xuemei who had chased after him.
Her green skirt fluttered wildly as she ran, and her loose, black hair trailed behind her, making the concern in her bright, round eyes appear even more transparent.
"Xuemei."
Xiao Niqiu's face instantly shifted from the weight of responsibility to a relaxed and gentle warmth, his lips lifting with threads of tenderness.
In looking at her, it was as if he saw the early spring on a snowy winter's day, so verdant and brimming with life.
He still remembered the first time he saw Xuemei. In fact, at first glance, she was like a spring that moistened dry land, every frown and smile carrying a refreshing sweetness.
