The young man wore the long-sleeved spring/summer school uniform—a white shirt paired with tight, pure black trousers.
He had a tall, slender figure, his legs long and straight like snow pines. He carried himself with a refined elegance, his aura flowing like a clear, cold spring—one could easily drown in it, yet couldn't help but be drawn in.
Just a blurry glimpse of his side profile was more captivating than any masterfully crafted work of art in the world.
Lin Bao'er's eyes lit up. She immediately ditched Bai Wei and chased after him.
"—Shen Zhi!"
The young man paused slightly and turned his head. His voice was clear and magnetic. "...It's you."
Lin Bao'er had already run up to him. She gazed at him with bright eyes and a sweet smile. "I wanted to ask for your contact info at the last competition, but by the time I looked for you, you were already gone. I didn't get the chance. Can I get it this time?"
