The boy in a white shirt had a seemingly childish face full of determination. He held the little hand of a girl on his left. The girl had a smile like a flower, and the corners of her eyes were curved. Her eyes were no longer empty, blooming with charming brilliance.
Yixia's eyes are beautiful, with curved corners and long and thick eyelashes that flutter gently, just like a butterfly flapping its wings. Yixia's eyes are beautiful amber, and her pupils reflect white sails as pure as water.
Nan Yixia is like a petite and exquisite doll in the window, people can't help but cherish her, at least that's what Bai Fan thinks. When I saw this innocent and beautiful little girl when I was a child, I made up my mind to protect her. So Bai Fan awkwardly asked Nan Yixia's name to the dean's grandmother.
That year, Nan Yixia was seven years old and Bai Fan was nine years old. They met at the Angel Orphanage.