Huang Yanyan's POV:
It was another typical afternoon at First High in Wuhan. The last bell had rung, releasing a wave of students eager to escape the confines of their classrooms and the monotony of their lessons. I, Huang Yanyan, was no different, though my life had become a bit more complicated than most. Being the granddaughter of Huang Jiang and the heir to the Huang family came with its fair share of burdens. But right now, walking out of school with my best friend Yang Lixia, none of that mattered.
The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the campus. We laughed as we walked through the school gates, the chatter of students buzzing around us. Lixia was teasing me about how over-the-top my security had gotten since the whole kidnapping debacle, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
