Yan Jiang and the Song sisters had been neighbors from a young age. They lived on the same level in the same building, with just one corridor separating the two main doors.
Song Fei was a teenage genius. Her teachers loved her, her schoolmates were in awe of her, and her neighbors all praised her.
Song Fei was a star sparkling in the sky while Yan Jiang was dirt on the ground.
Once, Song Fei saw some schoolmates going overboard bullying Yan Jiang. She didn't help him but just stood from afar, watching him. Yan Jiang dragged his injured body home and saw Song Fei standing at the door of his house. He felt very, very ashamed.
Song Fei leaned against the wall. Unlike other kids, her lovely face never scrunched up in disdain at him.
"Useless." Song Fei's voice was as cold as her character.
Yan Jiang's head hung very low.
He was so cowardly and felt so inferior that he didn't even dare to rebuke this young girl.
