Zhou Chengchen was originally reading with her head down, but when she heard a wave of whispers around her, she looked up, and when she did, she was completely taken aback.
The boy on the podium had tightly pressed thin lips, lacking any color, and his eyes were very dark. She wondered if he had a bit of mixed-race ancestry because his features appeared very well-defined.
There was an indescribable quality between his brows and eyes, and for some reason, a phrase popped into Zhou Chengchen's mind - "With valleys and hills in his heart, his brows and eyes form mountains and rivers."
His dark eyes were like starlight dazzling in the night, and between his brows, he was as clear as the sun and moon held close.
A pair of eyes like this, a face like this, once seen, is hard to forget.
Even though Zhou Chengchen grew up surrounded by handsome guys, upon seeing such a face, such a pair of eyes, her heart couldn't help but tremble lightly.
