Yi Liu walked to the table and smelled the scent of mint. She couldn't help but frown, feeling inexplicably disgusted with this boy who the whole school was so excited about.
He picked up the pen without raising his head: "Name!"
Someone whispered back: "Guan Lang"
"What kind of wolf is locked up?"
"Bah——" Uncontrollable smiles burst out from all around -
Yi Liu felt a small sense of revenge rising in his heart, and then the book in his hand was taken away. She heard the sound of the ballpoint pen walking on the paper. When the notebook was handed over, she unexpectedly looked into a pair of calm, dark eyes, and there was a "thump" in her heart, as if something was falling straight down. The word "Guan Lang" is clearly printed on the book.
She recalled clearly several years ago, and her face was filled with tears -
The door of destiny always opens and closes between them...