After New Year's Day, life went back to normal, all day long it was just study, study, and there were no other fun things.
Yingying even brought trouble upon herself, because of that astonishing moment at the New Year's Party, she became a sensation in the school.
Whether it was the first year or the third, everyone knew that in the second year's humanities class five, there was a girl who, on the day of New Year's Day, veiled her face with light gauze, her eyes and brows gentle and graceful, still fresh in their memories as she held the lute.
She was lifelike, like a young miss from ancient times, gentle and delicate.
The boys in the class all treated her as the class flower, the previous class flower was Zhou Wei, things changed just like that, so casually.
During that period, there was a popular poem in class, "Pipa Poem".
Xiao Minghui, who sat behind her, shook his head and recited with a dangling voice every day: "Still holding the lute half-hidden by her face..."
