In high school, Jiang Yu met by chance in a carefully designed corridor. Wen Yiheng thought it was fate. Until the art test shattered the girl's fantasy, she took her paintbrush and flew away. Three years later, when we met again at the bar, his hand holding the wine glass began to tremble.
When everyone cheered, "Brother Yu has taken a liking to a new prey," Wen Yiheng smiled politely and said, "I borrowed it."
The moment she turned around, Jiang Yu smashed the wine glass.
In the dark corner, his trembling hand was on her ear: "Why do you pretend you don't know me?"
Wen Yiheng raised his eyes and chuckled: "Classmate Jiang, what you taught - people who treat heartbeat as an experiment do not deserve to be remembered."
