Baili Yan, like his father, is a gentlemanly warm-hearted boy, raised with Royal Family etiquette, and exuding noble manners in every move.
He quietly sat to the side, watching Zhan Linhao and Xie Zhuofei. This interaction had been going on for so many years, he felt sorry for Xie Zhuofei. His cousin truly lacked gentlemanly manners; how could he reject a girl like that?
Seeing Xie Zhuofei almost in tears from grievance, Baili Yan sighed slightly. He couldn't help her. Alas, his poor deskmate, the Xie Family's one and only beloved daughter, the little princess, yet to Zhan Linhao, she wasn't even worth a blade of grass.
Zhan Linhao really was a late bloomer emotionally. At his age, other boys had started to have a vague understanding of love, but he was still living in the carefree Itinerant World, thinking about nothing but practicing martial arts, fighting, and upholding justice.
Xie the Little Beauty, full of youthful yearning, had endured grievances from him for many years.
