The two exchanged a glance, both letting out a gasp of surprise.
Zhao Dong's consciousness was instantly pulled back to that afternoon when he was sixteen. In high school, due to his family circumstances, Zhao Dong was the timid and meek type of student. Not only was he constantly bullied, but he was also seen as an outcast by teachers and classmates alike.
Wang Jing was the exception.
She was Zhao Dong's deskmate, the class president, and the acknowledged class beauty.
He vaguely remembered when Wang Jing had first transferred to their school. She was so dazzling, like a shining pearl, that she stirred cheers among the students. Zhao Dong sat in the corner, looking at Wang Jing, who seemed like a goddess, and lowered his head in shame.
