After unlocking the car, Zheng Xuaner dashed into the passenger seat like a wisp of smoke, fastening her seatbelt without a second thought. Looking at the young girl in the checkered skirt in front of me, I sighed inwardly, then resigned myself to take the driver's seat.
Zheng Xuaner, not shy at all, chattered away throughout the ride. I have to admit, her outfit today really hit the aesthetic soft spot of many people's "moonlight beauty."
Being from a noble school, the uniforms were custom-made: a brown checkered miniskirt, paired with a white blouse, white knee-high socks, and little leather shoes, making Zheng Xuaner look bright and sunny from head to toe.
I observed every move of Zheng Xuaner from the rearview mirror. She looked around with unbridled curiosity, prompting me to ask with interest, "Where did you used to go to school?"
