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When Qi Nianyue was pulled out of the river, she thought: It's over. The whole school is going to find out I jumped in.

Even worse, the person who saved her was the damn stiff, four-eyed desk mate she'd been cursing for three years.

The proudest rich girl in school had been hauled ashore like a drowned dog by the quietest human log in school.

She climbed out of the water and warned him in a hoarse, low voice, "If you tell anyone, I'll make you regret it!"

Yan Yingming silently wrung the water from his sleeve. His eyes were red behind his broken glasses, and his voice was quiet. "Don't go somewhere so dangerous again."

"Mind your own business!" She snorted and turned to leave.

The next day, a brand-new pair of imported glasses sat on Yan Yingming's desk.

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On a stormy night, soaked through, she knocked on the old iron door.

He stood in the dim light, his glasses fogged over.

She stared straight at him, her voice trembling. "Yan Yingming, do you want me?"

He lowered his reddened eyes, took off his yellowed jacket, and draped it over her shoulders. His hoarse, grating voice, rough from puberty, cut through the pouring rain. "Qi Nianyue, I want you to be happy."

One-on-one romance.

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