Xue Xi stood rooted to the ground.
That face was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Their features were exactly the same, but their temperament was completely different.
If Little Flame had bumped into someone, he would frown impatiently and apologize fiercely. However, this person only looked at the person who was hit. His silence was filled with arrogance. It made the person who was hit lower his voice as he scolded. In the end, he pouted and remained silent.
This person continued walking forward.
Even so, Xue Xi still felt that this person was Little Flame.
"Sister Xi, what are you looking at?"
Xue Xi returned to her senses when she heard Xie Yingying's words. She ignored her and lost control of her emotions. She rushed behind Little Flame and shouted, "Little Flame."
The young man in the school uniform acted as though he did not hear her and walked forward.
