Fu Ziyuan looked at the Wen Yuci in front of him.
He had fallen for her during their school days.
She was pure, refined, gentle, and dignified, like a little fairy from the heavens.
He still remembered the first time he saw her.
She had jet black, smooth hair that came down to her waist, meticulously cared for, wearing the school's uniform red plaid blazer with a skirt of the same color scheme.
Knee-length socks and impeccably clean black leather shoes.
Her figure was slender with ideal proportions, a delicate waist, and long legs.
She stepped out of a black luxury car, obediently carrying her backpack, facing the sunlight, inconceivably beautiful.
However, at that time, he was just an ordinary student from an average family.
By her side was Fu Yunshen, whose family was just as outstanding as hers.
Walking together, people said they looked like a match made in heaven.
After all these years, he finally got the engagement he wished for, making her his fiancée.
