Fifteen-year-old Xiu Xi, tall and exquisitely handsome without a flaw, with a pair of green eyes, was now stepping out of a small car, and everyone instantly imagined him as a Prince Charming in their minds.
Girls who were a bit older and just beginning to understand romance blushed at the sight of such a Xiu Xi, wanting to look but not daring to, because in front of such a Prince Charming, when they glanced at their own drab clothes, maybe even patched up, they felt a bit self-conscious.
They all lowered their heads, secretly sizing him up, hoping he wouldn't notice, yet hoping he would raise his head and glance at them.
In the midst of such complicated feelings, they saw that he looked at no one, but instead bent down, placing one elegant hand on the top edge of the backseat car door, while the other reached inside, as if to help someone out.
Soon, they saw a small, fair hand land in his large hands, clearly a girl's.
