She possessed the classical beauty of an Eastern woman. Her skin was as fair and smooth as jade, her eyes as clear as water, curving like a crescent moon when she smiled, enough to melt hearts.
Yi Qinglian walked onto the stage, smiled, and said, "I am Yi Qinglian."
The students below couldn't stop screaming, men and women alike. Some sophomores and juniors who weren't even freshmen rushed into the hall.
Even Lin Wan couldn't help but be astonished. Yi Qinglian was simply too outstanding, so much so that she made others feel inferior.
Yi Qinglian continued, "I won't say much else, as the principal has already said it all."
The crowd below chuckled; their national goddess clearly had a sense of humor.
Yi Qinglian carried on, "I've come up here today to say something to someone. I don't know if he's here, though he's very busy, so busy that we haven't seen each other for some time and can only communicate by phone or WeChat."
