Qin Zeyu looked up at the sound.
The moment he saw Wen Ran, a smile almost immediately spread across his youthful face, "It's been a while."
After speaking, he pulled out a chair for her, "Have a seat first?"
Wen Ran, observing his gentlemanly behavior, felt odd inside.
The affection of youth, though profound, had faded over four years as the frequency of memories and longing diminished with time.
It was only now upon seeing him again that uncontrollable memories surged forth, clarifying that everything about Qin Zeyu still held a significant place in the deepest recesses of her heart.
"Thank you," she said, masking her emotions with politeness.
Perhaps the sight of Qin Zeyu had stirred up too many strange feelings within her, Wen Ran momentarily forgot—
She hadn't come alone.
The moment her bottom touched the chair, a voice interjected, "This is..."
He paused deliberately, then looked at Wen Ran with a thin smile on his lips, his tone vaguely rising, "Your classmate?"