An eighteen-year-old girl, fully blossomed, with snow-white skin, delicate features, and a graceful figure, exuding youthful energy in every way.
Jiang Xun watched as Ruan Jiaojiao walked towards him bit by bit, his gaze involuntarily turning a bit dazed.
When he recklessly ran away from home, he called her to confess, only for her to respond with, "You're disgusting." If he claimed he wasn't resentful, that would be a lie.
But over the past year, as time passed, the resentment and hatred miraculously faded, leaving only the initial stirrings of his heart.
He looked at her, almost greedily, unwilling to look away.
Ruan Jiaojiao felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but still forced herself to say, "Class monitor, I want a few minutes during the class meeting on Wednesday, okay?"
Jiang Xun didn't answer, his gaze still burning into her.
He suddenly felt a sense of emotion.
"Jiaojiao, this is the first time you've spoken to me in over a year."
"..." Ruan Jiaojiao.
