The group photos continued.
This time, it was a cute, round-faced girl's turn. Blushing, she stood beside Jiang Xun, unable to hide her excitement, and asked softly, "Jiang Xun, can I hold your arm for the photo?"
Jiang Xun knew her. She was a classmate who had secretly slipped him chocolates on Valentine's Day.
"Sorry, I'm already seeing someone." Jiang Xun smiled mischievously and politely declined. "He'd get jealous if he found out."
The girl could only nod in disappointment, wondering which girl was lucky enough to be Jiang Xun's girlfriend.
Ten minutes later, the students surrounding Jiang Xun gradually dispersed.
Jiang Xun's face had grown a little stiff from smiling when he suddenly spotted a familiar figure walking toward him from some distance away.
One of the girls suddenly cried out excitedly, "Ah! Isn't that handsome guy Bai Lian?"
"It really is! What's Bai Lian doing here?"
"Oh my god! He looks even better in person than in magazines!"
Three years had passed, and Bai Lian still wore his hair in a short crew cut. He had grown another few centimeters, and his build was no longer as slender as it had been in his teens. He had eight-pack abs, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist.
His face still held that cold severity with a hint of wildness, its features sharply defined and largely expressionless.
He wore only simple jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt, yet every movement exuded the bearing of a supermodel.
In fact, Bai Lian had indeed become one of the hottest supermodels in the domestic fashion world.
So quite a few people recognized him as soon as he appeared.
Although he now had one foot in the entertainment industry, Bai Lian still behaved just as he always had. He ignored the gazes around him and strode