On the street.
Even though it's been over a month since the college entrance exam ended, Lu Xiaolan still exudes a sense of ease even in her bones.
She dresses casually, prioritizing comfort.
In comparison, Xu Liya is much more particular than Lu Xiaolan.
Xu Liya is Lu Xiaolan's classmate.
She's wearing ripped jeans paired with an off-the-shoulder top, her hair has a few streaks of purple, and her face is meticulously made up. She's holding a small fancy umbrella, scared of getting even a bit tanned.
She walks with a swagger, while Lu Xiaolan carries her canvas bag, which still has the pens she used for the exam, unwilling to throw them away.
"Lu Xiaolan, can you walk a bit faster? It's scorching!"
Liya looks back to urge her, her slender high heels clacking on the ground.
She's always been dissatisfied with her name "Xu Liya," thinking it's too ordinary and not Western enough. Her dream is to one day change her name to Xu Angela.
"Got it, Miss Xu Liya!"
