"Xu Han, I like you!" Su Yang shouted to Xu Han, and the echo echoed in every corner of the campus. "Hmm." Xu Han said "hmm" in a single tone, ending the confession. Su Yang, I like you too, but do you know what hell is like? You don't know, and you will never know, that we were originally supposed to be parallel lines that did not intersect with each other, and we got to know each other because of a mistake. I want to right this wrong, but I can't. When differences in family background, obstruction of family ties, and psychological barriers stand between the two of them, what should they do? The blows and misunderstandings one after another made Xu Han sensitive and cold. Xu Han picked up Su Yang's chin and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Su Yang, I am a dead flower." "I don't mind." Pa, a slap mark was printed on Su Yang's face, and Xu Han's ruthless words reached his ears: "You don't mind, but I mind that you have no money."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
