Yannan Polytechnic University entrance.
A group of male students stared, dumbfounded, as the BMW's silhouette faded into the distance, a moment of stillness following.
At this very moment, from behind a French sycamore, a small yet incredibly agile figure emerged, carrying a long travel bag.
This was a Caucasian, with azure eyes glinting with unfathomable depth.
His gaze was as placid as a pond, yet as inscrutable as an ancient well.
He was not as tall and sturdy as most Western men.
Standing not even five foot seven, he would be considered of average height even among Asians.
But strangely enough, this ordinary-looking Caucasian.
Appeared as deep and captivating as the night itself.
Elegant strides, a noble air, a leisurely smile.
It was these qualities that gave this petite Caucasian a unique gentlemanly charm.
The Caucasian glanced at the direction where Yang Fei had disappeared, took out his SLR camera, and snapped a photo.
