"But she doesn't seem to remember me," Jian Hui's gaze sharpened as it collided once again with Manman's ugly, oversized glasses—was this woman scorning him?
Dared she scorn him?
He had never been scorned by anyone his whole life!
Because he was outstanding, extraordinarily so; every teacher, classmate, parent, elder, and now colleague, hadn't they all praised his excellence?
What could she possibly scorn about him!
If the memories in his head were true, this girl was one of the many who had fallen off her bicycle in front of him, merely a pitiful creature that could be hooked with the slightest trick. Moreover, no one could see through the bait he meticulously prepared.
But his memories told him, this girl was not ordinary, at least—she appeared to be truly angry about cutting off relations with him, as if it wasn't just someone else's prank pulling him along.
This girl, was she a danger?
