In this spring of thriving life, Dr. Xiaozhang from Ning City also found himself at a major crossroads in life.
Sitting slightly awkwardly at the table, he said,
"Sorry, I'm late."
The girl opposite him had gentle chestnut curls and skin so pale it seemed a bit unhealthy.
Zhang Yuan could see a pimple on her forehead and several closed comedones not fully covered by makeup, which made him wonder—
With inadequate indications, was the young lady suffering from hormonal imbalance? Or was it just inflammation? Had she been staying up late?
He couldn't help but take another couple of glances.
The girl across from him also awkwardly ran her hand through her hair, then smiled slightly,
"It's okay."
Then there was silence between them again.
The girl fiddled with her phone, swiping aimlessly on the tabletop, not knowing what to do.
Meanwhile, Dr. Xiaozhang became more and more anxious—With the powder covering, he couldn't see more details!
