"Xiusi, pour some wine for Xiaoyou!"
Mrs. Han saw that Han Xiusi was blanking out and gave him a meaningful look.
"I don't drink alcohol, I'd like some orange juice."
As soon as Lu Xiaoyou spoke, Han Xiusi went to get some orange juice and poured it into a glass.
Freshly squeezed orange juice filled the glass, but Han Xiusi's gaze fell on Lu Xiaoyou's wrist resting on the dining table.
Her hand was delicate and exquisite, as tender and fair as the finest jade sculpture in the light.
Han Xiusi remembered back in high school, even though he was dating Lu Xiaoyou, they had never held hands.
Back then, 'dating' was merely pity he had afforded to Lu Xiaoyou, who was bullied at school, while he appeared like a god beside her.
The look in Lu Xiaoyou's eyes was filled with admiration and longing when she gazed at him.
Although the school was not short of girls who admired Han Xiusi, only Lu Xiaoyou worshipped him as a lifeline, the sole brightness in her life.
