Wen Shi'an was carrying a half-used backpack, head lowered, and walking quickly through the noisy crowd. She has a slender figure, cold white skin, and delicate eyebrows, but she always has a hint of timidity. Her long bangs cover most of her eyes, revealing only the tip of her small nose and soft mandible. As an ordinary student, she is like the weeds that can be seen everywhere on campus, ordinary, inconspicuous, and even a little inferior.
