Once upon a time, Chen Mengying also fantasized about being led across the street by the man she loved, holding her small hand.
Such a scene would surely be warm, and at this moment, this long-yearned-for scene finally appeared. However, unlike the anticipated sweetness, even though they were holding hands now, Chen Mengying's heart was bitter.
Bitter as it may be, it's not like I haven't tasted bitterness before. At least now, the one holding my hand is him. Who cares about the whispers among classmates? As long as he's here, I'm not afraid of anything and don't worry about anything.
"Hey, Chen Mengying is back."
"Look, did you see? She's perfectly fine, as if it was nothing."
"Still has the nerve to come back, huh."
"What's with that Ye Xiaofan? Holding her hand all the time..."
"Isn't it just a case of giving up? They've been like this since middle school, and now they seem quite compatible..."
