Zhai Xiaoyan slightly bent over, then turned and left, leaving behind an exceedingly beautiful silhouette.
What's going on?
I seem to feel a kind of pain.
Some girls looked at that silhouette, which had lost its former radiance, and saw only loneliness.
Like autumn leaves, winter Ice Crystals, all hurts, all pains, carried on her own.
She must be a Fairy who had fallen into the Mortal World.
The melancholic aura won Zhai Xiaoyan countless fans.
The performances that followed tasted bland.
The perfect Zhai Xiaoyan had already been deeply imprinted in everyone's minds, lingering for a long time.
Afterward, campus beauties and even more popular senior sisters made appearances, but none caused as much sensation as before.
This simply drew hatred toward Zhai Xiaoyan.
Walking on the college avenue, Zhai Xiaoyan realized that without Tang Feng, she wasn't better than her former self.
All she could do was give a wry smile.
"Beauty, wait up, let's get to know each other."
