The young man had a head of striking, fiery red short hair. The color was so vivid and pure it looked natural, not dyed. His face was handsome and dashing. He wore a retro, stylish jeweled earring and was dressed simply in a crisp T-shirt, a windbreaker draped casually over his shoulders, giving him a nonchalant air.
What drew the most attention were his beautiful, captivating "peach blossom" eyes. When he smiled, he seemed to look at everything with affection, but when his face was blank, he appeared distant and aloof, making him difficult to approach.
"Wow! He's so handsome!"
Muffled squeals came from the girls nearby, and some even sneakily took out their phones to take pictures.
Sang Luo's heart began to race. She almost blurted out the name—
But in the end, she couldn't bring herself to say it. The young man glanced at her with a hint of apology, but his expression was calm, as if looking at a complete stranger.
