The young girl was but seventeen or eighteen years old, tender enough to drip water, with long, black hair cascading down her back. Her hair was long and soft, untouched by chemical perms or dyes, retaining the purest innocence. Even with a plain, makeup-free face, she was so beautiful that people could drown in her looks.
Previously, when Su Lian stood with her, she was completely overshadowed.
Oh, to be young!
Situ Jingliang sighed to himself.
"Lili, are you still in school?" Situ Jingliang asked.
"Mm," Mu Qingli nodded, "I'll be in my senior year next semester."
Senior year.
Thinking back to when he was in his senior year, which was ten years ago, it seemed he really had gotten old.
Situ Jingliang continued, "Have you thought about which university you want to apply to afterwards?"