I went back to my wife's high school days, and this time I made a completely different decision. I was determined to be a bystander and witness her having a beautiful life of her own. Ding, ding, ding, a crisp and melodious ringtone penetrated every corner, reviving the brief hustle and bustle of the campus. Returning to the original tranquility, I sat in the corner of the last row and stared straight at the girl who came in from the door. Her name was Lou Yue. She was wearing a pair of light glasses. Behind the lenses were a pair of slightly tired eyes. The bottom of her eyes was a little blue. She must have worked overtime and studied late last night.
