1. Slightly curly black hair, neat school uniform, meticulous expression, handsome face. The young man sitting by the window had a pale face and was gazing at the book in front of him seriously. He held the pages between his long, fair and well-joined fingers and turned back a page from time to time.
"This classmate, may I ask, did you drop this pen?"
The young man raised his head and saw a girl standing opposite. She was wearing a dark green skirt, and her golden hair fell softly on her shoulders. Those green eyes were filled with a faint smile, but they were brighter than the sunlight coming through the window. There is a light golden pen in the white hand.
2. "We've known each other for so long, and I haven't asked you what your name is?"
"Tom Riddle."
3.
"Why are you avoiding me recently?" Riddle looked down at Anna, who was obviously a little embarrassed, with a hint of sinisterness in his dark eyes. But his voice was still gentle, and there was even a gentle smile on his lips. The look of standing in the sun holding a few books is warm and delicate.
"No, I'm not hiding from you. I'm just a little busy lately. You know, it's almost the end of the semester." Anna glanced at him, and her eyes drifted elsewhere unconsciously. She seemed to realize something and quickly moved back.