"You're still young; there's no rush to date," Zhao Nan said with a sudden frown of concern, masking his true thoughts as he spoke.
He had grown accustomed to pursuing life swiftly, firmly, and ruthlessly, and had begun to calculate how to gradually charm the young girl into his arms. But when he heard her mention wanting to date in college, his plans were extinguished by reality's cold water. It was then he realized that no matter how beautiful his thoughts were, the young girl was ultimately just over twenty years old—like a flower just blooming, delicate and exceptionally outstanding. She must be very popular at school, surrounded by boys who were as fierce as wolves at that age, buzzing around her constantly.
