Chen Yao turned her head and smiled: "Okay, I can call you Classmate A from now on."
Ai Jiake slowly fell in love with the girl he met in his sophomore year of high school. He found that she was kind, pure, gentle, etc.
"So, I think beautiful words can describe you."
Regarding this pink-haired boy (polite, arrogant) whom she met in her youth, Chen Yao felt that she was really lucky to have met him.
But fate did not put an end to the hard life of these two children.
In the dark alley, seven or eight people surrounded Chen Yao. They were not boys of seventeen or eighteen years old, but demons of seventeen or eighteen years old.
Even though her face was hurting terribly, Chen Yao still managed to smile, "Ai, see you tomorrow!"
Ai Jiake ran desperately and finally saw someone. He knelt down and begged his father in front of him. What he thought was the last glimmer of hope knocked him unconscious.
"It's a pity, I haven't heard Ajiake say that I like it yet."
From then on, Aijiake no longer had his own sun, Chen Yao.
Purpose: May everyone be treated gently and have a happy family and life.