The most exquisite work

  A group of flower enthusiasts.

  This is my final conclusion.

  As expected, Auntie was right.

  This creature is just like a rotten woman and can be found everywhere.

  It's an inevitable thing even in this aristocratic academy.

  Your Highness? I think I heard this term in the hall just now, is it popular this year?

  When I came back to myself, those girls had already walked far away.

  I closed my eyes again, intending to savor this quiet and sweet moment.

  "Who allowed you to sit here?"

  I swear, this voice is absolutely full of provocation and anger yet damn good-sounding.

  Like the most beautiful music in one's ears, with a rhythmic and harmonious start, but the content is so disappointing.

  I opened my eyes and stared at the boy who suddenly appeared, with a moment of astonishment.

  The face in front of me is God's most exquisite and representative work. I think this is the most perfect face I have seen since I was 16 years old.

  His wheat-colored hair was blown up by the wind, his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes shone like stardust but with a hint of thin fog, making it impossible to peek into the deepest world. His straight nose made the entire outline even more distinct. His thin lips were now slightly parted at a tiny angle, and his whole face seemed to be a masterpiece naturally carved, as sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, forming a striking contrast on his face. I suddenly remembered that heaven and hell are actually only separated by a thin line.

  "He seemed pleased with my reaction, his thin lips curving into a good-looking arc yet carrying a hint of mockery: 'Hasn't anyone told you that this place is exclusive to me?'"