When Ling Yuqi met Ding Xiaoyuan for the first time, her impression of him was that of a lonely ruffian. He was sitting on the steps in front of the teaching building, his legs propped up casually, his head lowered, shrouded in the halo of the setting sun. He had shiny brown hair and was wearing a red leather coat. He was fiddling with something in his hands. He looked lost, like a lost kid. Ling Yuqi suddenly looked at her clothes subconsciously. They were also red. She smiled and didn't know why.