"Zhao Youyue? Non-existent".
Zhao Youyue was pretty much aware of her faint presence, still, when she heard such words babbling out from this feller, she was indeed eager to ask him if he had lost his mind.
Anyway, she took a deep breath and responded calmly, "Alright, if you don't know me, so be it. Let us reintroduce ourselves. I'm Zhao Youyue, one within this class. My dear classmate Han Leng, do you remember me now?"
Han Leng squinted his eyes. The side face of this bobbed-hair girl was bathed right in the middle of the sunset light. She was so beautiful! The way she spoke was in such a placid tone which was unexpectedly calm, not to mention, her voice was fairly tender.
This girl's temper was as decent as the usual… Meanwhile, Han Leng had even caught a whiff of her fragrance, which smelled light and distant, just like the scent that was once in his memory.
