Beijing University entrance.
The wind was like a knife.
Every student passing by had their necks hunched, hands tucked in their sleeves, wishing they could retract their heads into their bodies.
Everyone dressed in gray cotton-padded jackets, blue tunics, and black overcoats.
It was like a dull gray cloud.
Suddenly.
Within this gray cloud, a flame ignited.
Lin Wan Yi walked over pushing a bicycle.
The dark red labor cloth in the sunlight wasn't particularly luxurious, but the cut was simply perfect.
The waist was cinched tight, with the hem slightly flared.
The white furry collar around her neck made her entire being glow.
Most crucially, she walked briskly.
Others wrapped up like rice dumplings, walking with their legs straddled.
And her?
She walked with poise, each step full of vigor.
"Who is that?"
"From which department? I've never seen that outfit before."
A male student on a bicycle turned his head to look too intently.
"Bang!"
