The boy on the left was wearing a white shirt, his gentle smile like a spring breeze—warm, clean, and soothing.
The boy on the right, however, had his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, sporting a standard poker face. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line that, despite the coldness, looked rather attractive.
"Huh? Are you guys serious?" Xiyan walked backward with her hands clasped behind her, looking apologetically at Ou Jue and Yin Qianze. "Did you really lose the competition because you saved me?"
"It's fine, don't blame yourself," Yin Qianze said softly, his gaze gentle as it rested on Xiyan. "I just said to Ou Jue that if we'd noticed sooner, you wouldn't have been bullied by Xia Shiyi and Luo Xueying."
Oh no, Qianze is literally the kindest boy in the entire world!
