The next day, Xu Shengxia drove her sports car to school.
As soon as she entered the classroom, Xu Shengxia spotted Zheng Wenhao sitting in the middle of the fifth row.
The middle seat in the fifth row used to be Xu Shengxia's favorite spot. It had a good view and wasn't hard on the eyes.
But now, seeing Zheng Wenhao there, Xu Shengxia had no choice but to give it up, clutching her books as she headed for the back rows.
Zheng Wenhao looked much more haggard than before. The eyes that once perpetually sparkled had grown much dimmer.
His uncle had been restricting him lately, so he hadn't received any news about Xu Shengxia.
He had finally made it to the start of the school year, waiting for the moment Xu Shengxia would appear.
So, the instant Xu Shengxia appeared at the door, he noticed her.
Xu Shengxia saw him too, but her gaze was so placid it was as if she were looking at a stranger.
Seeing this, Zheng Wenhao's hand tightened around his fountain pen.
