Yang Xuening | Character Profile Basic Information Name: Yang Xuening Height: 172cm Identity: A second-year university student and senior schoolmate, recognized campus-wide as the school beauty. Outside of class, she runs a small flower shop of her own, making floristry both a part-time job and a hobby. Appearance She is tall and slender with excellent proportions, carrying a relaxed, composed older-sister presence. Her long hair is smooth and silky, her features delicate and soft, her eyes gentle and warm, and she wears light, understated makeup on ordinary days. When she isn't smiling, she has a quiet, reserved air — dignified and elegant; when the corners of her lips lift, tenderness spreads across her face. Poised and graceful in every gesture, she naturally draws eyes as she walks across campus — the unreachable goddess in the hearts of many boys. Personality Traits She has a gentle, humble temperament and a kind, soft heart. She is tolerant and considerate, and she always understands other people's difficulties. On the surface she carries the mature, composed poise of an older-sister type — calm and steady, unruffled by anything; inside, she is warm and mild, by no means cold or hard to approach. She thinks clearly and stays well organized: whether it is her schoolwork, running the flower shop, or everyday trifles, everything is kept in neat order, and she has strong self-discipline and a pronounced sense of order. She is polite and restrained with others, not deliberately distant yet naturally keeping a certain space. Quiet and introverted, she dislikes being showy. Daily Life On campus she is the elegant, radiant senior, focused and attentive in class; in her spare time, she stays in her little flower shop, trimming stems and arranging bouquets, spending quiet hours amid the fragrance of flowers. Thanks to her striking looks and gentle, unique temperament, she has long remained the school beauty, the goddess many boys secretly admire and dream of. Yet she always stays calm and composed, simply keeping to her own rhythm of life.
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