"Nothing much, just stopping by to appreciate the 'blossoming spring plum' on campus."
As he spoke, Li Peifeng kept his eyes on Zhao Duoduo, thinking that no matter how beautiful the plum blossoms outside were, they couldn't compare to the one right in front of him.
Zhao Qingge's medium-length straight hair was half-tied, looking naturally simple and friendly. The sunlight cast a captivating wine-red glow on the edges of her hair. Her face was elegant and composed, exuding serenity, and her brows seemed to carry a hint of both joy and pride.
Today, Zhao Qingge's outfit was quite ingenious. A cream-colored coat that could be compared to petals, with a pink turtleneck underneath that could pass as a flower's core; she was dressed just like a winter plum blossom.
A poem goes:
"Gradually, the fragrance of the cold plum drifts across the water, casting shadows on both sides of the stream."
