The man on the podium looked to be about twenty-five or six years old. He had a fresh hairstyle and wore a white shirt with the hem tucked into light blue jeans. He looked refreshing.
The voice that opened his mouth was low and gentle: "Hello everyone, I am a temporary substitute teacher. My name is Yu Yan, and I am your senior brother."
Mu Chuxia stared intently at the white figure on the podium. There was no sound in her ears, only the heart in her chest was beating powerfully. At that moment, Mu Chuxia knew that she had fallen.
Some memories must be forgotten wherever they begin. During those years abroad, Mu Chuxia dreamed of Yu Yan's face again and again, but every time his face looked cold.