Shi Hao stood at the entrance of Imperial Capital Academy, like a crane among chickens.
There was no shortage of handsome men in the world, and in the Imperial Capital Academy, fresh young faces were as numerous as hairs on an ox.
However, compared to Shi Hao's good looks, they were at least ten streets behind.
Therefore, immediately there were gazes from female students looking over, and then they could not look away anymore.
Truly handsome!
Shi Hao had already grown accustomed to such gazes; he was only looking at Luo Chen.
In the initial nine months, Shi Hao would see Luo Chen in his dreams every day, the images ultimately freezing on the other stepping on his chest, waking him repeatedly with roars of anger, wanting to kill.
But with the memories of Yuan Chengmie received, Luo Chen's weight in his heart became lighter and lighter.
