Wen Wan's tears started falling again.
She grabbed Jiang Sifan's arm and said, her voice choked with sobs, "Class President, please stay out of this. I'll talk to her myself."
Jiang Sifan looked up at Wen Wan.
Her eyes were red, her face was streaked with tears, the tip of her nose was also red, and her lips were trembling.
His heart clenched painfully.
He remembered her staying with him late into the night while he worked overtime, remembered her helping him sort out all the messes.
He remembered her asking, "Class President, will you hold my hand like this in the future, too?" He had said yes.
He remembered last night on the lawn, how she'd kept her head down while tracing circles in his palm with her finger.
