Envy, jealousy, and hatred abound.
Ye Xiaoxiao, with her schoolbag on her back, walked out, just missing the exciting scene. She overheard a few girls chattering into their phones behind her, snatched the phone away, and the girls quickly bowed their heads, not making a sound.
Ye Xiaoxiao clicked on the photo to enlarge it. The tall figure of the boy completely obscured the girl's face, leaving only her flowing long hair and red dress visible. Despite the cold phone screen, the ambiguous atmosphere between the two was palpable.
Moreover, Yan Song, who always kept girls at arm's length, was not only talking to her but also let her ride his bike, hugging and holding her. Who would believe there was nothing going on?
Especially since Yan Song had a serious case of mysophobia and usually nobody dared to touch even the hem of his clothes.
This girl must be the childhood friend rumor has it, with many voices on the forums expressing the same skepticism.
