Less than a month after school started, the weather was still slightly cold. Xianyu put on her coat and picked up the Chinese book "The Scholars" which she picked up from the bookstore after looking through it for a long time. It used classical Chinese, but she was very interested in Chinese history.
Xianyu can still understand it.
The sun shone warmly on Xianyu's face, and her tender white skin felt a touch of warmth and softness. She calculated the time difference and moved to the cherry blossom tree with her left leg on one knee, leaning against the cherry blossom tree and enjoying the beauty of the cherry blossom branches and leaves.
Qingliang opened "The Scholars".
Fragments of sunlight shone through the gaps between the cherry blossom trees, forming scattered sunlight dots on the pages of the book. Xian Yu looked at it very seriously, her persistent eyes fixed on each line of words, as if she was pondering the meaning in it.
intention.
Under the cherry blossom tree, there is a girl with short purple hair reading an unknown book. Her slightly short purple hair dances gently with the wind, showing the students a beautiful profile, snow-white skin, and a handsome nose.
And her eyes are so smart that they are almost like running water, and her expression is serious and persistent, which makes people obsessed. One knee is slightly raised on the right leg, and the slender legs are so beautiful that people can envy. The cherry blossoms are falling one by one with the breeze, in twos and threes.
Two fell on the ground, three and three fell on Xianyu's short hair. The whole picture was like a girl's oil painting - fresh and natural, beautiful and smart.
Renzu and Atobe stood aside and watched this beautiful scene, feeling slightly shocked. How could she be so attractive?
