"Xin Qing, come and see the man of the hour election." Qian Liu was as gentle as ever, walking out from behind the tree and slowly standing in front of Xin Qing, smiling innocently.
"...Okay." The falling begonia petals rippled in the lake water. Xin Qing looked at the gracefully spreading ripples and replied uneasily.
"Let's go." He smiled slightly, turned around, and stretched his hand back slightly. Xinqing shyly moved his hand a little, and just as he was about to hand it over, Qian Liu had already retracted his hand.
Xinqing was immediately embarrassed...it turned out that she was overthinking it.
Qian Liu chuckled lightly, and Xin Qing poked half of her head out from behind him: "Are you here?"
"Yeah." What responded to her was Qian Liu's cold tenderness.
Xinqing blinked her eyes and looked at everything around her. Zuo Sichen was here, and so was Yi Qiantang.
Qian Liu walked quickly towards a strange girl, while Xin Qing stared at them blankly. From a distance, she looked like a gentle beauty with no bones.
Clear and bright pupils, curved willow eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, fair and flawless skin with a hint of pink, and thin lips as delicate as rose petals.
Qian Liu sat next to her, seeming very reserved, and his face couldn't help but blush, as if he was affected by every move and smile of the girl in front of him.
Xinqing coughed dryly and turned away, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"What do you care about me when people are like this..." Her smile flowed slowly like water in the quiet night, and the sun was shining warmly. Qian Liu's eyes locked on Xin Qing unconsciously, and he frowned,
He was startled for a moment, and when he wanted to call her over, Xin Qing had already left his sight.
"Qian Liu, what are you doing?" Her eyes seemed to be filled with bright stars, twinkling mischievously. "No... nothing." Qian Liu's cheeks showed a trace of blush.
The girl smiled calmly and started talking to Yi Qiantang. They seemed to be very close to each other.
The sun is brilliant.
The fresh college, the vast expanses of blooming flowers, the open square, the dreamy fountain, splashing jade like beads.