Su Qianxun raised an eyebrow slightly at the other's confident tone. "Are you so sure about that?"
The young man in front of her seemed to be around 1.8 meters tall. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, he appeared exceptionally spirited, especially his eyes which were bright and lively.
On his palms, you could clearly see calluses on the index and middle fingers of his left hand, and rough patches on the knuckles of his right hand.
This person... should have practiced archery.
After hearing her words, the young man scratched his head a bit embarrassedly and said with an awkward smile, "Yes, actually I'm an archery athlete, and I like observing people's hands... Once at the airport, I ran into you and looked at your hands, so I remember..."
Those hands, slender and well-proportioned, fair and beautiful - he was a hand enthusiast... naturally, he wouldn't forget upon seeing them.
After he got back, he even sought out some pictures of Su Qianxun's fingers.
