Across the ocean?
Wen Nuan paused at the balcony door, turned back and leaned against the railing for a glance, just catching sight of a handsome, blond, blue-eyed guy gazing at her passionately from downstairs.
Sighing, Wen Nuan turned around helplessly and went downstairs.
Downstairs, a crowd of boys and girls surrounded the foreign youth, Leo, bombarding him with questions.
"Hey handsome, are you from America? How do you know our school beauty?"
"Hey handsome, did you fall in love with our school beauty at first sight?"
"Hey handsome, you look kind of familiar, have you been on any fashion magazines?"
...
In response to the barrage of questions, Leo smiled warmly, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the entrance of the dormitory building.
When Wen Nuan appeared, Leo's eyes lit up, and he immediately put down the megaphone and rushed toward her, "Nuan, I finally found you."
"Leo, hasn't New York University already started classes? Why are you here?"
Wen Nuan asked softly.
