When I get into Xie Xi's school, she will be my senior by two years.

On the day I entered school, she was standing at the school gate as a volunteer.

Beautiful like a delicate doll.

Wanted to treasure her.

She waved at me, as I was about to approach, a man walked out from her right side.

Qi Zhao held her hand, his indifferent eyes glanced at me.

I felt stiff all over.

Those unspeakable thoughts seemed to be laid bare, exposed to the sun.

Xie Xi didn't notice anything.

She smiled so sweetly.