Shanshan was the one who stormed out of the Taekwondo Gym.
She returned alone to N University, taking the bus back. As she looked out the window at the bustling N City and each scene at the street corners, her thoughts drifted away.
She regretted confessing to Yang Xiaobei so impulsively, regretted becoming his girlfriend just as easily. Although, up to this point, all they had done was hold hands—nothing more. But she felt particularly uncomfortable inside.
Shouldn't her most beautiful firsts—whether it's holding hands, kissing, or any more firsts—be reserved for the man who would eventually marry her?
At this moment, Yang Xiaobei's call came in.
Shanshan decisively hung up and immediately blocked this well-remembered number.
Less than half a minute later, another unknown number called.
She knew it had to be Yang Xiaobei.
So she turned off her phone.
