As he spoke, Xu Xiangyang had already stealthily reached out his hand.
But the class president moved light on her feet, as graceful as a butterfly fluttering about, and with a small spin in place, she easily dodged the effort.
While clutching the photo in her palm, she responded:
"However, if she had been proactive and spoken to me like that back then, perhaps we could have become close friends."
"I think she's quite brave now, not everyone can face their past and the mistakes they've made."
When Xu Xiangyang first met her, he instinctively felt repulsion because of her "class president" status, even suspecting she might have been one of the main ones who ostracized Zhu Qingyue back in the day. He now felt somewhat ashamed of that thought.
"It's too late, though." The girl shook her head, "Some things, if done or not done at that specific moment, can determine everything. And once the opportunity is missed, any attempt to make amends may be meaningless, no matter how timely."
