The campus in October was filled with a cool, refreshing breeze.
Under the shade of the trees on the sports field, two figures strolled leisurely to class.
Having just finished running, Jiang Shuyao's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. A light breeze brushed by, causing her airy bangs to flutter gently. Dressed in her blue and white school uniform amidst the rich autumnal colors, she looked both sweet and youthful, brimming with a girlish charm.
At the nearby basketball court, Chen Jin, who had been talking animatedly, suddenly stopped mid-sentence upon seeing this scene.
After staring wistfully for a while, he said thoughtfully, "Brother Yan, actually, I think it's pretty normal for a girl like Little Fairy to receive love letters."
A girl that beautiful would stand out anywhere she went. Even Pei Yan couldn't resist her, let alone the ordinary people in our lives.