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Additionally, drink some hot water before taking a few more cold medicine tablets

He suddenly turned his head to chat and laugh with the person next to him, pretending not to know her

It was this wind-like person who forcefully intruded into her youth, into her life, playing a role that belonged solely to him during those tumultuous and chaotic years, a role that no one could replace

Wu Zhizi reached out her hand and opened her mouth as if to say something, but Ren Di interrupted her movement with a shake of his head

Jianghuai Nan looked at her drenched upper body and frowned, saying: "When will you change this bad habit of not bringing an umbrella when it rains?"

"Wait for me after school, I am on duty today"

Didn’t we just meet today? The tone of the rebuttal already lacks confidence

Before leaving, she stared at the tightly closed door of the master bedroom for a long time. She did not know whether that man had left or stayed, and suddenly she did not want to see the truth behind that door.

The teacher has not yet arrived, and the classroom is bustling with noise, resembling a beehive at a party, with the girls gathered around her seat.

Come on! No matter how handsome you are, it has nothing to do with you. If I were Monet, the first thing I would do at the new school would definitely be to flirt with the campus beauty

At that time, she stubbornly believed that Jiang Huainan understood her, perhaps just as she was infatuated with him, waiting for an opportunity.

Today, she gave up riding her bike. As she was still some distance from the school, a light drizzle suddenly began to fall. Xia Chan did not open an umbrella; she never used one in such fine rain. As if needing to vent something, she deliberately stepped into the muddy puddles, splashing dirt onto her smooth, fair calves, while her damp hair clung to her forehead, making her look quite disheveled. She puffed out her cheeks and pouted, blowing at her bangs that had stuck together. The cold droplets flowed into her mouth, carrying a hint of bitterness

As her thoughts had not yet returned, the sudden sound of the class bell rang in her ears, and a hint of panic appeared in Xia Chan's eyes. She tightened her grip on the strap of her backpack and hurriedly dashed towards the stairs. At the same time, she heard several girls behind her exclaiming "Oh no," as they hurriedly followed her to the classroom

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Jiang Huainan no longer pressed the issue, gradually softening his tone: "Why did you suddenly go back yesterday? Aila was still complaining about wanting to go shopping with you."

Xia Chan let out a sigh of relief

She enjoys listening to his various tones, whether they are scolding, caring, or nagging

She stubbornly believed that Jiang Huainan and she, as well as her feelings for him, were two arcs drawn towards each other, and that one day they would eventually complete the circle

My mother needed me for something, so I left first. Xia Chan found an excuse, not knowing why she subconsciously did not want to tell him about the bar.

Xia Chan sat alone by the window in her room for a long, long time, until the evening glow painted the sky red, until the night fell, and the sound of insects began to rise from the grass. For the first time, she missed that person in heaven so much, even though her memories of him as she grew up were only vague impressions. Her thoughts, accompanied by sadness, spread through the silence of the summer night, transforming into a long mist that drifted away without a trace

Asha, remember to dry your hair with a towel when you get to school

Jiang Huainan accompanied Xia Chan to the entrance of her teaching building, ensuring that she would not get caught in the rain before leaving. Xia Chan was reluctant to part ways, watching him push his cart until he disappeared around the corner. Their liberal arts and science classes were not in the same building; Jiang Huainan was in the science class, while Xia Chan's classroom was on the fifth floor, the first one on the west side

Monet? Why does this name sound so familiar

In the following days, everything was peaceful, and Monet seemed to have forgotten that they had met, that she had not provoked her, not even to the extent of greeting her. Only occasionally did the empty seat serve as a reminder that Xia Chan, this scoundrel, would skip class.

The next day, when she went to school, she had already washed up and changed into her school uniform before heading out

If not for what happened later, Xia Chan truly believed that he and she were people from two different worlds, two parallel lines that would never intersect.

Xia Chan's eyes sparkled with an unusual brilliance, as if she had basked in supreme glory. She took a step forward and sat down.

It seemed that her tone was too stiff and indifferent. Just as she was about to close the door, she softly added, "I am a bit tired today, so I won't be having dinner."

Well

Despite this, the young ones had never made any agreements.

One should not be overly curious. When Xia Chan rushed into the classroom, breathless, the sound of the bell had just faded. She touched her chest to calm her breathing, annoyed with herself for being so slow.

Well

Is he really transferring to our school? I heard he is quite famous in C.

She held the umbrella high with one hand, while the other hand firmly grasped the base, not daring to encircle his waist. Jiang Huainan pushed off with his left foot, and the bicycle surged forward.

Is it because she hasn't come that they collectively occupy her seat to copy homework? Or is there something strange and attractive on her desk?

Xia Chan walked slowly towards her seat, unaware that someone shouted, "The teacher will arrive at the battlefield in three minutes." The students gathered around reluctantly dispersed.

The unknown made Xia Chan feel a headache and uncomfortable. She really wanted to say, "I see, then I wish you all the best," but her first reaction was to think that she would have to have a close relationship with this man in the future, so the words that slipped out were: "It's nothing, I'll head back to my room first."

A sudden clamor erupted, laced with a teasing tone. Xia Chan turned her head and looked at the three to five girls behind her, who were chatting animatedly, her brows slightly furrowing.

Xia Chan seemed accustomed to this helpless yet caring remark, she relaxed her brows and looked at him, responding as a matter of course: "You will take it."

Jiang Huainan did not ask again, handed over the umbrella, gently patted the back seat of the car, turned his head and said淡淡地: "Go to class."

She walked to her seat with a blank expression, casting him a cold glance as a warning. Monet lazily leaned back in his chair, nonchalantly twirling a pen in his hand, his eyes betraying an unmistakable mockery.

"Asha!" With a voice of reproach, the rear of Jiang Huainan's bicycle swept around and came to a stop in front of Xia Chan, as a dark green checkered umbrella was promptly opened above her head

"You will not encounter me every time." Jiang Huainan's expression was one of anger

I heard from the students behind me that skipping class is a common occurrence for him

The wind at her ears blew her hair wildly, and the melodious sounds of the Jianghuai region trembled gently into Xia Chan's ears. Her cool heart suddenly felt as if it had been scalded by hot water, with warm currents flowing from her heart throughout her body

Good

She smiled at Jiang Huainan in front of her, and all the accumulated grievances surged up at once

As the crowd parted to make way, Xia Chan looked up to meet a pair of deep, sinister eyes. She gazed at him in surprise, while Mo Nai looked back at her without any fear.

From the moment she developed a crush on him, she had already secretly planned to spend her entire life with him, neither a minute more nor a second less

Throughout the entire class, Xia Chan's mood was in a very neurotic state. She appeared to be earnestly listening and taking notes, yet her attention was not on the book in front of her. She tried to comfort herself by concentrating and not thinking about chaotic matters, but images from the bar corridor kept surfacing in her mind. Moreover, she felt as if a scorching gaze, which tormented her sensitive nerves, was constantly lingering on her back. She felt as if she was about to go insane. Images from the bar corridor kept surfacing in her mind, and she felt as if a scorching gaze, which tormented her sensitive nerves, was constantly lingering on her back. She felt as if she was about to go insane.

Is there a connection between Monet and you? Ah! I think it is possible, after all, the 'campus belle' and 'joke' are often confused with each other.

In a brief moment of a few seconds, Xia Chan's expression slightly changed, yet she was unwilling to let others discover that she knew this scoundrel. She cast her gaze towards the empty seat in front of Monet, recalling his mischievous antics in the bar, which gave her a fleeting illusion of wanting to escape

He was a delinquent youth, a prominent figure, quite arrogant back then, but I heard he was particularly handsome and came from a powerful family

Regarding the future, Xia Chan had never imagined what life would be like with Wu Zhi Zi as a third person. In that moment, she could feel her entire body tense up, and the air around her became still. Foster father? When this term flashed through her mind, something weighed down on her, making it hard for her to breathe