Yan Bo was twenty years old, and so, she had formed a preconceived notion in her heart, believing that all twenty-year-old men should be like Yan Bo, always calm and collected, with the confidence of having everything under control.
But in reality, men like Yan Bo are a rare species.
Or perhaps, he is the person standing at the top of the pyramid, while this other boy representing those ordinary men of the same age at the bottom of the pyramid simply cannot compare to Yan Bo.
However, Tong Xiaohua did not realize this and found it amusing in her heart. She stole another glance at the boy with the flushed face, then turned her attention back to her book.
After this day, the rumors about the most stunning flower among the new students that year became even more extraordinary and mysterious.
Some said Tong Xiaohua was so cold that she disdained even speaking with others.
