Chapter 243: The Sudden Third Argument

The girl with black hair leaning against the window had a charming allure, like a model who might grace the cover of a fashion magazine.

The breeze occasionally brushed through her hair, the golden sunlight rendering her snowy skin nearly translucent; the girl's head was slightly bowed, her concentration on her reading serene and lovely, unconsciously prompting thoughts of flowers and books under the poet's pen, a temperament so literary it made hearts flutter.

That's why Xu Xiangyang secretly likened her to a Muse—the goddess of literature in Greek mythology.

He believed that the boys who shared a classroom with Zhu Qingyue, always watching her from behind as she sat with a ramrod-straight spine, dignified and proper, would inevitably come to entertain ideas similar to his own at some point.