Shen Yi's face was as coolly handsome as ever. Even in the ugly, baggy blue-and-white school uniform, his skin was clear and his features were exceptional. Just then, a faint hint of tenderness seemed to flash across his face.
Qin Jiao felt like her eyes were playing tricks on her again.
'Otherwise, how could she be seeing the day that Shen Yi, of all people, was actually embarrassed!'
Qin Jiao blinked again, but the expression that looked like embarrassment had vanished completely. His tone was calm. "I said before that if I improved on the exam, I'd get you a gift. An inexpensive one that you would accept."
It dawned on Qin Jiao. She took the piece of paper and unfolded it, discovering it was a sketch of herself.
The girl in the sketch was biting the end of her pen, pondering what seemed to be a difficult problem. A stray lock of her bangs hung down, making one want to brush it aside for her.
