On a summer afternoon, around four or five o'clock, the sun is high in the sky.
The incessant chirping of cicadas in the trees added to the annoyance.
Inside the red-brick and white-tiled school building, students were playing and laughing as they left school.
Meanwhile, the corridor on the second floor was extremely quiet. Sunlight, filtered through layers of leaves, dappled the ground and the face of the boy in white.
The boy looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with skin as white as snow, almost translucent in the sunlight. His features were so exquisite that they attracted everyone's attention. Despite the hot weather, he was clean and refreshing, as if he were in springtime.
Everyone was wearing the same white school uniform, but on him it seemed tailor-made, so elegant and handsome.
Standing opposite him was a girl with short, ear-length hair, who looked to be about his age.
At this moment, she held an envelope in both hands and handed it forward, her head slightly lowered, and she had a rather delicate and beautiful appearance.
"Xu, I, I..." Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her chest, and her palms were sweaty, almost soaking the envelope.
The boy, without looking to the side, slightly raised his long leg and walked past her to the other side before she could finish speaking, leaving the love letter awkwardly hanging in mid-air.
After he left, the sound of sobbing could be heard behind her. Some of the girl's friends comforted her, while others stood up for her.
“He never accepts love letters, you know that, so why did you do something so foolish?”
"This is too much. If you're not going to accept the money, you should at least say something. What kind of behavior is this, pretending you didn't see it?"
"If he had to respond to every love letter he received, he would be exhausted."
"Tingting, whose side are you on?"
"To be honest, apart from Luo Xikui and Xin Chun in his class, have you ever seen him talk to anyone else?"
"That's true..."
The boy walked away, and he never heard the subsequent noise again.
At that moment, two girls, arm in arm, passed by the girl who had been rejected in her confession.
Everyone's attention was drawn to it, and the hallway instantly returned to silence.
One of the girls had a high ponytail, revealing a smooth and full forehead. Her small oval face had a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows like distant green mountains, and a pair of clear and bright eyes.
Her eyelashes were long and curled, trembling slightly like a pair of small fans.
Her skin was fair and flawless, with a faint rosy glow.
Her pink lips, shaped like water chestnuts, made it seem as if she was smiling faintly, which was pleasing to the eye.
It's hard not to attract attention to such a bright and pretty girl.
The girl next to her, whom she was holding hands with, was more elegant and refined. She was also a pretty girl with shoulder-length hair that was slightly curled inwards. Her school uniform was buttoned up neatly and properly, and she looked like a good student.
Compared to that bright and beautiful girl, daisies and roses are just decorations; people's eyes will mostly notice the roses first, and the daisies are merely embellishments.
"Sigh." The girl who had failed in her confession and was in tears sighed softly. With such a beautiful and bright childhood friend, how could Xu Ziyu see anyone else? She was completely convinced of her defeat.
After walking through the corridor, Luo Xikui glanced at the girl, leaned close to Xin Chun's ear, sighed, and shook her head, saying, "This is the third one this month."
Xin Chun smiled faintly and said nothing. It's only the 2nd of this month.
Luo Xikui was used to Xin Chun's quiet nature, so she took her arm and walked downstairs, the breeze lifting the hem of their school uniforms.
When you reach the entrance of the building, you will see a young man leaning against the wall, his starry eyes half-closed, the setting sun reflecting off his profile, his appearance is like a painting.
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