"Where's Zhang Zhaoyuan?"
Bai Xiao was already feeling overwhelmed. She had only gone back home briefly, but upon her return, everything had turned into a surreal mess.
Zhang Zhaoyuan had begun an aggressive pursuit, but the problem was—she was in a military marriage, and this kind of behavior could land him in legal trouble.
Meanwhile, an unknown number of boys were secretly tucking love letters into Bai Xiao's books. Suddenly, it seemed as though Bai Xiao's streak of good luck in love had arrived.
She was becoming immensely popular.
"He's downstairs!"
Ma Yao wasn't jealous, not really. But seeing as she was tall and sturdy, even Lin Xiang had admirers chasing after her, while Ma Yao remained completely alone.
It was hard not to feel a little envious, jealous, or resentful about it.
Bai Xiao picked up the flowers and headed downstairs.
Ma Yao's curiosity was piqued.
"Where are you going?"
Carrying flowers to meet Zhang Zhaoyuan—was this the start of a passionate romance?
