"Hey, man, that long hair really gives you character!"
Li Mu Chuan was sending a few messages on his phone when a young man's voice sounded beside him.
The young man looked at Li Mu Chuan, somewhat surprised by the long hair he had grown out.
Li Mu Chuan glanced at his shoulder-length hair, then looked at the other man.
The young man opposite him looked to be just over twenty, his face still full of youthful immaturity.
"Are you a college student?"
Li Mu Chuan looked him over, figuring he was probably a college student.
"Yeah, I'm in college. Second year this year!"
The newcomer was extremely talkative, acting as though they had known each other for ages.
The reason he had come over to chat with Li Mu Chuan was because of the aura Li Mu Chuan gave off.
He did not know how to describe it, but he felt it was strangely profound.
It was the first time he had met someone like this, so he had come over to say hello.
The classmates traveling with him, however, immediately turned their heads when they saw what he was doing.
They looked as though they could barely stand to watch.
Why had they never realized their classmate had such an absurdly outgoing personality?
He could just walk up and greet a complete stranger? That was unbelievable!
"Second year? That's nice."
Hearing that, Li Mu Chuan looked at him with a hint of envy.
A second-year college student, so young.
Unlike himself—now that he thought about it carefully, he was already quite old.
To be honest, Li Mu Chuan himself had forgotten exactly how old he was.
But roughly calculating it, he was probably around sixty.
At sixty, Li Mu Chuan had looked in the mirror before. There were