Sweet Pet: Xiao Ye's Reborn Little Wife

The campus sky was as clear as a perfectly polished sapphire. Sunlight streamed down like gold dust sifted through a sieve, scattering across every corner of the campus. The trees stretched out their lush branches, rustling in the gentle breeze like a harmonious symphony of nature.

A grand and lively campus event is in full swing, colorful flags are fluttering in the wind, and laughter is filling the air.

Zhao Qingyu darted through the crowd like a lithe butterfly, her graceful figure appearing and disappearing. Her gaze, like a flowing stream, flowed through the cracks in the crowd. Inadvertently, her eyes swept across an inconspicuous corner, and in that split second, as if struck by a magical lightning bolt, they lit up instantly.

Her eyes were fixed on a young man, who was none other than Xiao Jingmo. At this moment, he was not yet surrounded by the dazzling spotlights of the entertainment industry. He just stood quietly aside, like an orchid quietly blooming in a corner.

He stood tall and straight like a proud pine tree. Even though he was wearing the most ordinary school uniform, it still couldn't conceal his unique temperament.

That temperament seemed to come from the bones, like the first ray of sunshine penetrating through layers of clouds in the early morning, with a fresh, natural and unique charm, quietly penetrating the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

Zhao Qingyu's heart felt like a small stone had been dropped, sending ripples of indescribable surprise surging through her. Her mind flashed through images of Xiao Jingmo's future as a star in the entertainment industry, his image as the admired actor standing on the podium.

She knew that the young man before her was like a pearl temporarily covered by dust, one day to bloom with astonishing brilliance. Her gaze seemed glued to her, fixed on Xiao Jingmo, a thousand threads of complex emotion woven into her gaze. It was admiration for his future achievements, a feeling for the miraculous arrangement of fate, and a touch of tenderness she herself hadn't noticed, like the gentle spring breeze, soft and subtle.

Xiao Jingmo, a young man who usually seemed somewhat indifferent to the world around him, suddenly felt a burning gaze. The gaze seemed to carry warmth, causing his heart to tremble slightly. He frowned slightly, his beautiful eyebrows like two crescent moons, and with a hint of doubt, he slowly looked towards the source of the gaze.

When his eyes met Zhao Qingyu's bright and lively eyes, he felt as if his heart was suddenly tugged by an invisible hand. What a brilliant and charming pair of eyes they were, like two of the brightest stars embedded in the vast night sky, emitting an enchanting light.

That exquisite face, like a work of art meticulously crafted by God, with every contour perfectly placed, seemed to exude a mysterious charm under the soft light, drawing one involuntarily to approach and savor that incomparable beauty.

He looked at the undisguised surprise in her eyes, and a strong curiosity surged in his heart, spreading like a tide. The light twinkling in her bright eyes was like a dazzling star, which made him fall deeply in love with her and unable to extricate himself.

He began to wonder why this girl looked at him that way. Was there something special about him? Or did she see something in him that others didn't?

His mind was filled with questions, like a group of mischievous elves, dancing and dancing in his mind, refusing to settle. He tried to search for answers in his appearance, words, and actions, but found nothing. His gaze lingered on Zhao Qingyu for a few seconds longer. In those few seconds, he seemed to see a whole new world, a world full of mystery and surprise.

His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and an inexplicable sense of tension surged in his heart. He didn't know what secrets were hidden behind the girl's eyes, but he longed to understand and uncover the mystery.

He began to recall every encounter he had with the girl, every moment, trying to find some clues from them. But those memories were like broken puzzle pieces, making him even more confused.

He looked at Zhao Qingyu, her eyes still filled with surprise and curiosity. He wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to begin. He was afraid that his questions would disrupt the beautiful atmosphere, afraid that he would lose this mysterious moment. So, he chose silence, just looking at her quietly, letting time freeze in this moment.

In this quiet moment, he seemed to hear his own heartbeat, a rousing melody echoing in his ears. His thoughts drifted far away, and he began to imagine this girl's life, her dreams, her story. He wondered who she was, where she came from, and where she was going. He wanted to enter her world, share those beautiful moments with her, and explore those unknown territories together.

However, he also knew that all this was just his fantasy. He didn't know if the girl would let him into her world, if she would be willing to share her story with him. He could only wait, waiting for the girl to take the initiative to unveil the mysterious veil, waiting for fate to decide.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and he and Zhao Qingyu remained standing there, gazing at each other. Their gaze seemed to hold an indescribable emotion, one that transcended both words and time. At that moment, they seemed to forget everything around them, the clamor and chaos of the world, lost only in each other's gaze.

Perhaps this was fate. Perhaps this girl's gaze would be a turning point in his life, a chance for him to re-evaluate himself. He didn't know what the future held, but he was filled with anticipation. He looked forward to his next encounter with this girl, to her unveiling the mystery, to the beautiful stories that would unfold between them.