Fang Zheyuan saw a girl with a medium-high ponytail. Her white shirt was fluttering in the wind under the light, and every hair was shining. At this moment, all his attention was focused on the girl walking alone on the way to the cafeteria. The bookmark in her hand was blown away by the wind. Fang Zheyuan picked it up. There were two lines of words on it...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
