The day Yin Nanzhao transferred to Xiaocheng Vocational School, the whole school was talking about the mole under her right eye.
So much like the one who disappeared a year ago. But the man in front of him was wearing a pressed white shirt, his steps were as calm as if he were walking on a show, and even his hair exuded a sense of expensive sophistication.
"Classmate," she said calmly, her voice as clear as ice, "you're blocking the road."
Lu Yuzhou, who was caught by her gaze, froze on the spot. He was so familiar with the location of this tear mole that he had touched it countless times with his fingertips. But in this man's eyes, there was no familiar warmth, only a bottomless cold pool.
In dance class, her movements are as precise as textbooks; in the stadium, her skills are so sharp that she eclipses the school team's ace; she can even point out loopholes in the code at will, and can make the veterans sweat at the negotiation table.
Everyone began to suspect, but did not dare to confirm.
Until the school anniversary night, someone saw her standing on the rooftop of the top floor, saying to the other end of the phone: "The plan can be advanced. The test field of the vocational school... The effect is better than expected."
The moonlight fell on the tear mole, cold and bright.
Later, everyone in the Beijing business circle knew that the eldest daughter of the Yin family went to the grassroots to "experience life". The first thing she did after returning was to bloodbath three departments.
And the beginning of it all was just a legend about the tear mole in a small town vocational school.
Purpose: A woman's true independence begins with personally shattering her old self that was humbled by love, and rebuilding a throne on the ruins that does not require anyone's approval.