Let's Do It Again, I'll Speak First

August 31, 2026, 11:40 at night. Thirty-six-year-old Chen Yan was lying in a rental house in Nanzhen when he saw a wedding photo among his classmates. The bride's name is Su Wan. Twelve years ago, she said on the phone, "Let's forget it." He thought she thought he was poor, so he replied angrily. When I opened my eyes again, it was September 1, 2008, the first day of my senior year at Qingxi No. 1 Middle School. She was sitting in the first two rows by the window. She was writing with her head down, but she hadn't raised her head yet. This time, he didn't want to win. He just wanted to speak first.