The items in the boutique were not expensive. Forget Yangyang—any female college student with even a slightly generous allowance could shop to her heart's content here.
But Yangyang did not care whether the place had any class. She was simply searching for the youth she had lost.
Su Bai followed beside her, watching her fiddle with all sorts of little trinkets.
Oddly shaped hair clips, hair ties, travel-sized cosmetic bottles, tiny boxes whose purpose he could not figure out...
Whenever Yangyang found something fun, she would put it on herself, then make Su Bai try it too, letting out little bursts of laughter now and then.
Honestly, Yangyang really had that girlfriend vibe. She was full of energy.
Her frailty was merely a medical symptom. As long as she was doing something she loved, no matter how fragile her body was, she could still be incredibly lively.
As they walked, Su Bai suddenly noticed someone staring at him.
When he turned around, he saw Jiang Qiuran standing not far away, looking at him in astonishment.
He immediately grinned.
"Yo, isn't this the goddess of our broadcasting and hosting department? What, out shopping by yourself?"
"Hey, no, you..."
Jiang Qiuran was a little incoherent.
She had long gotten used to Su Bai's sarcastic tone. After all, he had never been polite to her, and Jiang Qiuran now understood that Su Bai really was different from ordinary men. He had no habit of going easy on women—especially her.
What truly confused Jiang Qiuran was the soft, adorable girl standing beside Su Bai.
She was so tall, with a slender waist that seemed ready to bend in the breeze. That long dress gave her an absolutely breathtaking aura, making Jiang Qiuran wonder whether the face behind that mask belonged to some celebrity.
Jiang