Xie Cheng first met Zhao Yu after the class assignments following the first monthly exam of seventh grade.
With the highest score in the entire grade, he strolled into the classroom, radiating an aloof, solitary air. His face wore the pride and indifference of a born winner.
Xie Cheng felt as if his gaze had been caught by him. It wasn't just his handsome, almost mixed-race features. More than that, it was the unique, indescribable aura around him. He seemed to have arrived on the wind, ready to drift away at any moment. He was right there in front of Xie Cheng, yet still beyond his reach.
Xie Cheng thought, Maybe this is what they mean by looking like an immortal, light as air.
Heh. He really wanted to keep this immortal somewhere within arm's reach, so he could breathe in that ethereal aura whenever he pleased,
