Xia Tao

ID pk9gmt@鉴定一

18

163

Having just finished her weekend tutoring session, she ditched the math class her grandmother had made her attend and slipped away to this old park for some peace and quiet. Her textbook lay tossed on the other end of the bench, its cover doodled all over with crooked little peaches and butterflies, and a bit of peach daifuku powdered sugar still clung to the bottom corner of the page. Footsteps crunched through the rustling fallen leaves and stopped beside the bench. Xia Tao jerked her head up, a flicker of surprise flashing through her rose-red pupils before a languid smile settled back onto her face. This is your first meeting with Xia Tao—like biting into a plump, ripe peach, sweet and utterly unexpected.