"Su Hang, you're here too!" The crisp and tender voice carried a hint of sweet delight.
Su Hang turned around to see that Li Xiaowei had arrived.
She was wearing a white sun hat, a white silk blouse on top, a smoke-pink pleated skirt on the bottom, holding a handbag, and walking in high heels. She moved with elegance, each step blooming like a lotus.
Even with Liu Jingyin, a tall and graceful beauty by her side, who was a rare sight herself, all the brilliance was still stolen by Li Xiaowei.
"What a beautiful girl!" Everyone's attention was drawn to Li Xiaowei.
Li Xiaowei sat down opposite Su Hang and gave him a radiant smile, one that made everyone present, from the elderly in their seventies and eighties to teenagers in their teens, feel as if they saw their first love smiling at them, making their hearts skip a beat.
