That night, Zhou Mengyu thought her luck was terrible. The beer bottle kept pointing at her, and her classmates’ questions grew more and more pointed. Did she have a boyfriend? When had she lost her first kiss? How many people had she dated? Was she still a virgin?
Zhou Mengyu refused to answer any of them and was about to drink, but Jing Ranhe snatched away her glass and took the punishment in her place...
Chi Zhuang had never confessed to her, but he had kept her in his heart for years. He was afraid he would hold her back.
He remembered the first time he saw her. He had casually recited, “Autumn rain scatters fallen blossoms to the wind; the soul’s dream cannot cross the bridge of two hearts...”
