Later, Luo Jiuling found a photo of himself from high school on Zhai Lu’s old phone. He wasn’t looking at the camera, and a finger covered half of the top-left corner. It was obviously taken secretly.
Luo Jiuling grabbed the phone and confronted Zhai Lu. “When did you take this? Why were you secretly taking pictures of me?” Zhai Lu glanced at it casually. “You know I’m no saint.” Then he fixed Luo Jiuling with a dark, intense gaze.
Luo Jiuling’s cheeks turned red. A realistic love story about people born in the 1990s. Nothing upsetting. The story has its twists and turns, but it ends happily, so read with confidence!
