The petite figure belonged to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.
Her looks weren't exceptionally beautiful, but she was pleasant to look at, with gentle brows and eyes, exuding a quiet girl's temperament.
She gave off the impression that she would silently record everything you say and execute it meticulously.
She glanced at Jiang Ye, curiously asking, "Do you know me?"
"Young Master." An old man in black behind her stepped forward to remind her of something.
"It's fine." The petite girl waved her hand with a smile, "I've already remembered."
"You're my classmate, right?"
She looked at Jiang Ye, smiling, "I haven't returned to school for over half a year, almost forgot."
Jiang Ye's expression remained calm, not speaking.
The petite girl before him was indeed his former classmate from the ninth class, who had gone missing for over half a year—
Xia Qing!
Back then, she often brought him water.
Jiang Ye remembered her quite well.
