Chen Ying had been trying to meet with Xue Yang but hadn't gotten the chance. By Saturday, she finally found an opportunity to invite him to discuss joining the student council. They sat in a coffee shop on campus, where Xue Yang had ordered two coffees and some pastries.
Chen Ying absently stirred the coffee in her cup. How long has it been since we've sat down like this, face to face and so close?
In the past, she had never really noticed, but now she suddenly realized that Xue Yang was truly handsome. He was sitting by the window, and the sunlight streaming through the glass shone on his profile, as if coating it in a golden light that sharpened his features.
The ancients said, "In this world, some are as precious as jade, a young lord without parallel." That must describe someone like Xue Yang.
