Long ago, there was a girl who always called him that.
"Tian Hanwen, did you get beaten up again?"
"Tian Hanwen, look at you, so lacking in ambition."
"Tian Hanwen..."
The office curtains fluttered in the wind, and at the doorway, a girl's face appeared, faint and indistinct.
The feeling was too familiar.
For a moment, Tian Hanwen really thought he had returned to his teenage years.
It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of his no-longer-young face in the dresser mirror next to him that he felt a profound loss.
Decades had passed, and that person was probably already...
His cloudy eyes turned towards Xia Ye, and he asked in a murmur, "Young student, you are...?"
Xia Ye's gaze fell on her little brother's shiny bald head, and she laughed, her beautiful eyes and eyebrows exuding a rebellious charm, her features flawlessly exquisite.
She really was very beautiful, no matter the expression she made.
"Principal Tian, this is my recommendation letter."
A recommendation letter?