Lu Xiaoyou entered the school gates but didn't look for Zhu Ti; previously, Zhu Ti had asked Han Xiusi to tell Lu Xiaoyou that her class would be gathering in the classroom of Senior Year, Class 5.
As she walked into the Senior Year, Class 5 classroom, the spacious room was filled with twenty to thirty people from various cohorts, including faces familiar to Xiaoyou from her memory.
Her appearance at the classroom door quickly drew attention.
Surprise, inquiry, disbelief—their gazes fell on her one after another.
Today, Xiaoyou was dressed in a light pink floral chiffon skirt, with her silky hair cascading over her shoulders, held back on the left side by a gold, hollowed-out shell-shaped pearl hairpin.
Backlit, her face was cast in soft shadows, yet her aura was completely different from the Xiaoyou her old classmates remembered.
"Xiaoyou?"
"Is that Lu Xiaoyou?"
Some people could hardly recognize her.
