"And it's a dress you've worn before." Little Baba added.
Who would be so bored as to take her worn dress?
Mu Qingli frowned slightly, "You still haven't figured out who it is?"
"Can't find out." Little Baba shook his head in distress, "This person has some real skills."
Mu Qingli narrowed her eyes slightly, her long lashes hiding the expression in her eyes, and she remained silent.
She knew this matter wasn't so simple.
Tong Shishi propped her head with her right hand, staring at Mu Qingli with stars almost spilling out of her eyes, thinking, she might completely fall for appearance yet again!
The third class in the afternoon was Chinese literature. Not many were listening attentively; their gazes sporadically drifted towards Mu Qingli, who was taking notes diligently. Her black hair slid over her shoulders, revealing a stretch of fair and delicate neck. The contrast of black and white was strikingly beautiful, especially captivating.