Not far from An Yin, four or five boys kept turning their heads to look in her direction, their eyes clearly filled with amazement.
An Yin, only realizing it now, also noticed the attention she was getting. Nervously, she slowed her pace and lowered her head even further.
When she was feeling extremely uneasy inside, the boys in front of her stopped walking, each turning to wait for her to catch up.
Focusing on her feet, when she reached the boys, their collective "Hello, junior" startled An Yin, making her whole body tremble, her eyes filled with panic as she looked at each of them.
Her delicate features, willow eyebrows, those bright, clear eyes like deep, calm waters, exuded a mysterious aura. Beneath her high and straight nose, her tender lips seemed dewy, reflecting a watery glow under the streetlamp.
The boys' expressions became more excited as they saw An Yin up close, their gaze slightly shifting.
