Qinghe had a clean temperament, unlike any other girl he had seen. She didn't throw herself at him and wasn't scheming. It wasn't that all girls were calculating when with him; with his status, naturally, he had friends of the same background, but those girls were all too fake. They were either drearily dull, stiff as wooden dolls in every move, perfect ladies, or they were extremely hypocritical, outwardly pure but secretly indulging in all kinds of dirty play.
His older brother didn't want him to associate with those people, and even without saying it, he wouldn't want to associate with such disgusting crowds anyway. It was rare for someone like Qinghe to make a good impression on him, and his brother even allowed them to hang out. Moreover, this time he actively transferred him to her school, which was just thrilling.
After pondering for quite some time, Qinghe finally asked, "Haven't you graduated from university yet?"