A photo, taken from a distance, shows a boy in the lens, wearing a stethoscope and examining a girl.
The boy is also Chinese, and compared to the big shots in her family, this boy in the photo wears a checkered shirt, has short black hair, is very fair-skinned, and looks clean and gentle.
Although not strikingly handsome at first glance, he is quite appealing.
Xiyan responded: [Is this what you call true love?]
Xia Chaoyan: [Yes, what do you think?]
Xiyan: [Looking at the photo, I can't tell much, but... you've only met once, and you're sure he's your true love? Isn't that a bit rash and impulsive?]
Xia Chaoyan looked at the boy in the distance, her gaze becoming more tender, and she typed: [I never understood what love was before, but after meeting him, I realized that love is inherently impulsive.]
Xiyan was momentarily speechless: [What's his name?]
[I don't know yet.]
Xiyan: ...
[Once we make progress, I'll tell you first, let's not talk now, wait for my good news.]
