Li Xue watched Ye Fei's figure, her eyes somewhat dreamy. What kind of boy was he?
Filled with the vigor of youth, yet lacking the arrogance typical of young people, Li Xue knew that his life would be extraordinary, perhaps shining as brightly as a light in the dark night. And she felt like a moth fluttering around him.
Although she understood that flying towards him would mean competing with countless other moths for that light, and ultimately risking being reduced to ashes, she still felt an urge to rush towards him.
Seeing Ye Fei return, Lin Ling smiled slightly at him, while Ye Yunqi pouted in slight discontent, extremely curious about what Ye Fei and Li Xue had discussed during their absence.
Moreover, by the looks of Lin Ling, she seemed to already know what they had talked about. But no matter how much Ye Yunqi asked, Lin Ling just smiled and didn't answer, leaving Ye Yunqi feeling somewhat dejected.