Her eyes weren't large, but they were long and narrow. Paired with her straight, level brows, they gave her an inexplicably alluring charm.
She had a high, straight nose and tightly pressed lips, exuding an aura of unapproachability that oddly contradicted her looks.
She was certainly beautiful, but one look was enough to tell that she wasn't someone to provoke.
So presumably, no fool would come over and pick a fight with her.
But 444 would soon discover that he had been slapped in the face.
*
"Phew, that was close. I almost got discovered. That little girl is still as sharp as ever."
Amid the flowers, grass, and trees in a small park by the roadside, a certain man who had been sneaking around like a cat was crouched behind a flowering shrub, patting his chest and letting out a long breath.
His hair had been styled with mousse, but he had deliberately messed it up. After crawling through the bushes, it was now even more disheveled, looking no different from a homeless man's bird's nest.
His perfectly good beige casual shoes were also covered in quite a bit of mud.
"No, this won't do. At this rate, when will I ever be able to meet her properly?"
Besides, it had taken him so much effort to run into her. He couldn't just let her leave like this, could he?
After taking two deep breaths, Ding Jihan realized that what he was doing was completely pointless.
Through the gaps between the branches, he glanced toward the main road.
Seeing that Su Qiao was still pushing her bicycle forward, he hurriedly bent over and continued following her.
*Although her appearance was only five or six parts similar, her bearing, and the tone and manner of her speech, were exactly the