The young man's actions were very gentle. He carefully picked up the book, patted the dust off it, and then put it back into his bag.
His school bag was light blue in color. It was a little old, but it was clean.
Just like himself, the clothes he was wearing were old, but they were clean and fresh.
Wang qiancha took a few steps forward, then squatted down and picked up the pencil case that had fallen some distance away. She handed it to the young man and said,"here you go!"
The young man saw his pencil case being held by a pair of fair and slender hands.
Her voice sounded a little delicate.
Only then did he raise his head to look at Wang qiancha.
The girl in front of him had black hair and was a little playful. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyelashes were thick, her eyebrows were curved, her nose was tall, her oval face was small and delicate, and her lips were as red as a rose.