Yan Zhong. What an awful name, Zhuo Yiyi thought, biting her lip. Her own name was much nicer. The repeated syllables made it sound so warm and friendly.
Zhuo Yiyi suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed. She was in her old room, with its pale pink curtains trimmed with lace. The teddy bear on her bedside table gazed at her innocently.
So it had all been a dream.
Yan Zhong, you jerk! You think I'll forgive you just because you left? No way!
As Zhuo Yiyi sat there fuming to herself, a pleasant voice sounded from the doorway.
"I don't think being forgiven by you is anything to celebrate."
Zhuo Yiyi jolted and tumbled out of bed. It took her a while to recover. Leaning against the doorway in casual clothes, wearing a bewitching smile, was none other than Yan Zhong, the guy she'd just been muttering about.
Hey hey hey sofa ing