The wind rushed into her mind, and Jiang Nuan's ears buzzed incessantly.
She asked clearly about the location of the landslide and ran towards it, disregarding everything.
The edges of her shoes rubbed her heels to a faint pain, yet it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.
Even though the wind howled past, her mind was blank.
She thought of nothing, dared to think of nothing.
Fu Yi.
She had heard of his name long ago. She used to dislike him because he was like the kid next door—excellent, perfect, without flaws, making her feel worthless by comparison.
Later... her cousin asked him to tutor her, and he became her 'chemistry teacher' during her senior year. Subsequently, she shamelessly clung to him, striving to get into the university he attended and even insisting on moving into his apartment...
Jiang Nuan's tears streamed down, rolling down her cheeks, making both sides of her face ache from the wind.
