Xia Bing suddenly felt a strong desire to confide in someone about this matter.
So, as if guided by some inexplicable force, she started to recount the entire story to Zhao Yang.
"Xing Yuan and I were classmates at the police academy,"
Xia Bing's gaze drifted out the window, but she had already begun to tell her story slowly: "After we started school, we were assigned to the same dorm room. Back then, she was prettier than she is now. She and our other two roommates all fell for one of the school's heartthrobs. This handsome guy was tall and sunny, and he also loved to paint,
his creations, no matter what they were, always seemed to come to life, incredibly beautiful. Furthermore, he always had this somewhat melancholic aura about him. A boy like that is almost every girl's type..."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang nodded, agreeing that Xia Bing was right. Such a boy would indeed have a massive impact on girls.
However, what happened next was quite melodramatic.
