If youth can be shone with a pearl hairpin, then it's no surprise that a bottle of lemon-flavored tea π can dull it.
What we give may not be what the other party needs.
Jiang Sui met Xia Yin when she was seventeen, during her favorite rainy season.
The scorching sun was unbearable and the smell of sweat would make you sticky if you were not careful. Just like her name, Xia Yin broke into Jiang Sui's world without any warning, bringing with her the extremely stingy rain that was rare in summer.
I can't tell whether it's God's charity or Xia Yin's gift.
"Are you awake? My name is Xia Yin, your new deskmate."
The sudden burst of thunder in the sky did not wake up Jiang Sui, who was angry when she got up. She stared at it and saw first a white and translucent pearl hairpin, and then the heavy rain.
Jiang Sui woke up.
Seeing the other party's cold white face with a slight smile, Jiang Sui's old face turned red.
"My name is Jiang Sui. Jiang Sui of the Yangtze River, Sui Sui."
Mission: World Harmony
