Lu Zhang looked at the girl in front of him, holding the roses he gave her, her long eyelashes lowered, making her look pitiful, and Lu Zhang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
He was a top student, and he always found the greatest joy in studying ever since he was a child, so he devoted almost all his attention to it.
In the age of youthful ignorance, his friends, regardless of gender, had more or less signs of budding feelings, but he did not, until he went to high school and saw Su Weiyi on the first day.
It was still the first day of high school, and Lu Zhang remembered it very clearly. That day, Weiwei wore a white chiffon long-sleeved shirt with a black bow at the neckline, a black short skirt below, her hair tied into a ponytail. Obviously, it was the simplest black and white colors, yet she wore them as the most eye-catching of colors.
