Song Yi: "..."
"But you're in a different category; you already look good, and then you dress up. How is that fair? You're like an indirect killer."
...
Song Nuan got up and slowly went to grab her bag: "I have to go to class now. Mom and Dad are on a business trip, they might come back tonight."
Song Yi responded softly: "Hmm, stay safe."
"Okay."
Outside, Song Nuan was just one word, soft.
Just as she went out the door, she wore a white T-shirt and casual pants, looking full of youthful energy, with a high ponytail that showed off her cute face.
She was a completely different type of girl from Song Yi.
She walked slowly, with a touch of elegance, both gentle and soft, very ladylike, very clear and fresh.
She looked down as she walked, checking her bag to see if she'd forgotten anything.
"Ugh—" Suddenly, she bumped into someone, hitting a hard chest that made her head buzz.
She held her forehead and looked up, seeing a man looking down at her with slanted phoenix eyes.
