Raise Love-15-Human Shaped Pendant

Aria had a bad premonition in her heart.

She froze for a few seconds, swallowed saliva, and then gritted her teeth and stared at the screen.

She scrolled down.

With her fair fingertips, she clicked on the picture.

It was the photo of Ryder holding her by the collar at the school gate.

The photo was taken from an angled view, and the light was dim. The tall and handsome man had his face turned sideways, his jawline sharp and smooth, and a casual smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He was really good-looking.

The problem was that he was holding a girl like she was a little kitten.

The little girl was slender and frail, quite petite. She was being held by the collar rather impolitely by him, her neck shrinking obediently, and she didn't resist at all, just being held in his hand like that.

She looked like a human-shaped pendant.

Due to the angle of the photo, only the girl's back was captured.

Aria:...

How could this be?

Aria blinked her eyes. It wasn't an illusion.

She stared at the photo for a while, pursed her lips, and then expressionlessly pressed on the picture and clicked to save it.

...It was actually quite a nice photo.

"Do you think this is me?" After saving it, she looked at her roommates with a calm face, shook her phone, and asked.

Her roommates looked at her and nodded solemnly, "Sort of."

Aria: "Of course it's not me."

"I don't have the ability to know him at all," she said, muttering to herself, "He's the president of the Student Union after all."

"..."

Her roommates believed her with great pity.

Indeed, how could they possibly win the heart of the president of the Student Union?

Aria continued to scroll down and clicked on the comment section.

[1l: Wasn't it Lila during the day? How come he changed to another one so quickly? No way! No way!]

[2l: The heart of the president, how could us ordinary people understand it, ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ Elegant]

[8l: Everyone, look at the time! It was past twelve o'clock in the morning. A man and a woman, both good-looking... Me:???]

[11l: The 138th time being lovelorn. Question: When will such a good thing happen to me?]

[23l: Is that the point! The president actually picked up the girl. Didn't they say that the president's mysophobia is so serious that he won't even let his girlfriend touch him???]

...

[42l: @Reply to 23l: Rumors misled me!!]

[108l: @Reply to 23l: Buddy, look clearly. It was the president who took the initiative!!! He was holding the girl's collar, and the girl didn't touch him ●‿●]

[163l: The girl is so well-behaved...]

[170l: In three minutes, I want all the information about that girl.]

[188l: Lovelorn + 1. Hope there's a chance next time.]

[201l: The president, what a playboy.]

The corner of Aria's mouth twitched. The more she read, the more speechless she felt. There were all kinds of comments in the comment section.

There were even comments related to her.

At the same time, she also discovered a rather amazing thing. Although there were so many girls who liked Ryder, even in his gossip news, there wasn't any hostility in the comment section at all.

Whether it was towards Ryder himself or towards the girl.

She scrolled to a very late page and still didn't see any particularly hurtful or malicious remarks, no cursing.

It was all peaceful.

Aria found it astonishing.

It seemed that wherever he went, he really had an aura of likability. This aura was so powerful that it could even cover the people around him.

Until she was pulled out of the dormitory by her roommates, Aria was still immersed in this atmosphere. She thought of Ryder last night, their few contacts and conversations, and she lowered her head and smiled.

After all, it was him.

He could do anything.

Aria followed her three roommates to the cafeteria for breakfast. After eating, she was dragged by them to take a bus straight to the city center to buy daily necessities that they hadn't prepared yet.

Aria already had everything she needed and didn't really have anything to buy.

On the way, if she saw some interesting little trinkets, she would take pictures and send them to Maya Brooks. The message she sent to Maya Brooks after returning to the dormitory in the early morning hadn't been replied to yet. She should still be asleep.

If she came across something she really liked, she would buy two of them. She didn't need to ask Maya Brooks if she wanted them. She would just give them to her when she got back.

Cambridge, Massachusetts was prosperous. Such a big city was incomparable to third-tier cities. After shopping around in the mall, Aria also bought quite a lot of things and returned with a full load.

Maya Brooks lived in Apartment No. 4.

Aria parted with her roommates, picked up her things and planned to take them to her. Carrying bags in her hands, a volunteer thought she was a freshman and came up to ask which dormitory she was going to.

Just when she was worried about not knowing the way, Aria smiled and said she was going to Apartment No. 4.

"Classmate, are you a freshman this year?" Liam Patel had noticed her the moment Aria walked into the school gate. Her calm and quiet temperament stood out among the several girls.

It was hard not to notice her.

Those girls seemed to be her roommates, joking and playing around. She wasn't as lively as them, just smiling gently and answering with a curved eyebrow when asked.

She was also very careful. There were a lot of people coming and going. When the girls were playing around and not watching the road, she would smile and pull her roommates aside in time when they were about to bump into someone.

Aria smiled politely and replied briefly, "Yes."

She was habitually cold towards people she wasn't familiar with.

Liam Patel didn't mind. While casually looking her up and down, he smiled and said, "I'm Liam Patel, a sophomore in the Computer Science Department. Apartment No. 4 is a bit far away, on the west side. I'll take you there."

As he said that, he reached out, wanting to take the things in Aria's hands.

This girl was soft and pretty. Her almond-shaped eyes made her small face, which didn't seem to have any aggression, look even more delicate. Her eyelashes were curved, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, and her eyes were clear with black and white distinct, very lively, like two clear and moist glass beads.

She was so well-behaved and had a small tear mole.

She was a pleasure to look at. Liam Patel looked at her appreciatively for a few times and his mood improved.

There were actually quite a lot of good-looking girls among this year's freshmen, and there were many types of looks. But it was rare to find someone as comfortable to be around as Aria.

Aria stepped aside to avoid him and said gently but faintly, "Thank you, senior. It's okay. I can manage it by myself."

After a pause, she still felt that it was really troublesome to ask for help.

She hated owing favors to others.

"Senior, you can just tell me the location of Apartment No. 4. I can find it by myself."

"It's okay. This is what I'm supposed to do." Liam Patel withdrew his hand, casually waved it, and enthusiastically led her to go.

On the way, someone joked, "Hey, Liam, are you sending another girl off again?"

"Go away. Don't be silly."

Liam Patel explained, "These days, freshmen are coming one after another. Harvard University is quite big and has a lot of twists and turns. Many people can't find their way even after walking for a long time, wasting a lot of time going back and forth. Coincidentally, my dormitory is also over there, so I'll just take you there along the way. You don't need to feel embarrassed."

"Yeah, I still have to thank you." Aria looked at him sideways and smiled with pursed lips. ωＷω.ＧoＮЬ.οrＧ

Liam Patel found it a bit funny. There weren't many such polite junior girls. They had received quite a lot of people these days, and there were many who had a lot of luggage. They took the initiative to help carry them upstairs to the dormitories.

It was summer, and the temperature was at least thirty degrees if not thirty-five.

They were busy helping people carry luggage and climbing stairs to send them to the dormitories, but in the end, they didn't even get a thank you.