Chapter 90

Harvey walked through unhurriedly. All eyes were on him, but he was unaware of it, always having a smile on his face. The sun seemed gentle when it shone on his face, treating such a perfect person as if even the light was favoring him. When he finally walked away into the distance, people behind him exclaimed, "Truly in Harvey's fashion—no one could come close when it comes to his magnanimity." "He is the son of the Ellison family, not a son of the nouveau riche like others in the school, but a real noble. He is in a different league altogether." "When I had not met him in person, I was still wondering if he could be worthy of Snow. Now I feel like Snow isn't necessarily worthy of him." No one refuted that statement. Even Snow's fans, who were usually her staunch defenders, were quiet as a church mouse. There was not a word from them. The truth was too apparent. Comparing Snow's disposition with Harvey's was akin to comparing peanuts with pearls. She was too pretentious, a stark