In the past days, Leng Yan almost seeped into every corner of her life.
Luckily, she ruthlessly cut him off; otherwise, when she wanted to do it, she definitely wouldn't have been able to go through with it.
In the blink of an eye, it was the second semester of sophomore year, and a transfer student came to Xia Nuo's class. Her name was An Ruo. She was a very elegant girl, and when she stood on the podium to introduce herself, Xia Nuo could hear the whispers from the boys in the back rows.
"I've seen quite a few beauties in my life, but this one is the first to remind me of flowers."
"Me too, seeing her makes me think of gardenias."
"No, it's lilies."
"I feel it's crabapple."
"She's the class flower."
"I think she's the school flower."
Several boys laughed, and the laughter caught the attention of the whole class. Of course, quite a few classmates heard what they said earlier.
