Sheng Tang shivered.
"What are you thinking about?" She quickly pushed the thought away.
The next day, on her way to school, she threw all the photos and documents into a trash bin by the roadside.
From then on, she was no longer curious.
She had finally gotten a home, a family that was warm and harmonious, it was something she had dreamed of for two lifetimes. She didn't want any surprises.
In this world, how many melodramas could there really be?
She took a few deep breaths.
The scabs on her palms had already fallen off, the impact from the last car accident was finally over.
But Yang Mingming still hadn't come to school.
Her face probably hadn't healed yet, and she would never let her classmates see her disfigured appearance. If someone mischievous took a photo of her in that state, it would be a blot on her history that she could never erase.
Sheng Tang thought of Yang Mingming and then remembered her father's student.
