Su Wantang died - at the hands of the man she had loved for ten years.
She once thought that as long as she was nice and warm enough, she could warm Lin Fan's heart. After three years of marriage, she washed her hands and made soup, endured his indifference, took care of his sick mother for him, and even kept smiling in front of the provocations of his first love.
Until that car accident, she was stuck in the deformed car, watching Lin Fan's mobile phone screen light up - "Is she dead? Then can we be together?"
He only replied with one word: "Yeah."
When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the table in the university classroom, the sun was dazzling, and her deskmate Lin Fan was knocking on her head impatiently: "Su Wantang, help me copy my notes, hurry up!"
Su Wantang smiled.
This time, she was definitely not as she wished, and she was definitely not stupid.
——Pei Siyuan, the school's top student whom she ignored in her previous life, began to look at her dangerously.
——Student Union President Luo Junhao bumped into her while holding the materials, his ears were red, like a frightened little puppy.
——And Lin Fan, the man who sent her to hell with his own hands, was watching her packing the books blankly, not knowing what he had missed.
Later, the whole school knew that Su Wantang from the Department of Foreign Languages was being pursued by three major campus leaders at the same time.
Later, Lin Fan knelt in the rain and asked her with red eyes: "Tangtang, let's start over, okay?"
Su Wantang looked down at him and said in a very soft voice:
"You're blocking my date."
