Bai Yaxuan sat by Gu Xiaoxi's bedside, looking at her palm-sized delicate face, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
The woman's black hair, like a waterfall, spread out over the brocaded bedding, her long eyelashes as pretty as brushes, her porcelain nose, and her cherry lips tightly closed with a shallow smile hanging at the corners—she seemed to be having a happy dream!
There was a magnetic magic power about Gu Xiaoxi... being with her, it was easy to have one's gaze drawn to her, as if she had long been hidden in his heart.
Only now did he, in his obtuseness, realize that wanting to be good to someone didn't need a reason.
Teenagers were at the age when their young love buds began to bloom; almost all the students on campus were dating, yet he never felt that stir of spring emotions.
Some asked him, why don't you date?
Your standards are too high!
Back then, he told others, "I have a fiancée!"
