At that time, I didn't know that there was already an open wound on his shoulder.
I just cried silently. There was frustration, hatred for Old Xue, and heartache for Dongyu.
After that incident, I didn't stir trouble near his classroom anymore. Instead, I would wait at the school gate for him to end class. I thought Dongyu's class would be much more peaceful without me causing a ruckus.
Dongyu had been liked by girls since he was young. This did not change even when we went to school.
However, he didn't get close to girls, and his daily interactions with them seemed distant.
It could have been his icy aura that attracted many girls, or perhaps it was his looks that was especially outstanding in school.
His handsome face was indeed an asset. He often had gifts and love letters piled on his desk, as well as cards - as they were popular at the time.
Those girls were interesting enough.
