Song Fengwan felt wronged, but there was no one she could complain to. To her, Beijing was a foreign land. There were a lot of things happening at home, so she couldn't disturb her mother for such a matter, and she didn't want her teacher to inform her parents.
So even if she was bullied, she could only endure it.
She felt aggrieved, and her eyes were still red as she walked out of the school gates. She was stunned for a second when she saw Fu Chen, and her heart ached so much it felt as though it scrunched up into a ball.
He was dressed particularly formally today. But unlike before, he was leaning against the car, and his black hair was blown messily by the cold wind. With one hand in the pocket of his pants and the other holding his phone, when he tilted his head to look at her…
He seemed transcendent, feeling as though he was looking down from above, and he also had an elegant yet ruffian aura.
