Jian Ran had once envisioned a very romantic scenario.
It was to stroll through the campus with the one she loved.
Women, to some extent, are all sentimental...
And Jian Ran was no exception.
The campus is always seen as the sacred land where love blossoms, with the most youthful and naïvely ignorant romances.
Love that burns passionately, heart-wrenchingly, but is as sweet as honey.
At this moment, Jian Ran felt as though walking alongside Gu Mochen was like a female student strolling with a professor, with a budding affection flowing between them.
Jian Ran curled her lips into a smile, her small hand clasped tightly in Gu Mochen's palm, while onlookers' gazes converged on them. She lowered her lovely eyes and blushed, her face as tempting and delicate as a pink apple.
Gu Mochen's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile, observing the woman's coy and blooming demeanor, filled with a deeper meaning.
There's an eight-year age gap between Jian Ran and himself...
