On the way to Taiyi Villa, Lin Chu casually sized up the girl in the back seat.
Slender and delicate, she had a youthful charm, like that girl in the third year of high school that so many boys had confessed to.
She wore her hair in a ponytail, with a light blue top and shorts detailed with white stripes—the standard uniform for students in Peng City. It was a classic style that many people still wore casually even after graduation.
The sky hadn't darkened yet. The dusk light streamed through the car window, casting an almost invisible silvery sheen on her face. With her long eyelashes, this girlishness almost made Lin Chu feel like he had traveled back in time.
'Who am I?'
'Where am I?'
'Why is she in my car?'
'Oh, right. Zhao Rong arranged this.'
