Su Yang couldn't tell when she had started to feel something unusual for the man who had seen her at her most embarrassing.
He was certainly handsome, but he wasn't gentle at all and was always teasing her. And yet, somehow, everything had changed...
Freshman-year debate competition
Han Lin teased her with a smile from the opposing team's seat: “I concede.”
Su Yang glared at him, eyes red, grinding her teeth in frustration.
Graduation debate competition
Su Yang: “How come you aren't showing off that sharp tongue of yours today?”
Han Lin: “I'm afraid Mrs. Han will cry again, and I won't get a peaceful night's sleep.”
