Yang Fan's brief conversation with Wang Zhaodi suddenly reminded him of his adolescent years.
It was only three years ago, but it felt like a very long time had passed.
The dye vat of society had almost made Yang Fan forget the concept of time itself.
In high school, he actually had a crush too.
She was a tall girl with delicate features, very fair skin, a perky nose, and short hair that reached her ears.
Her smile was lovely, with two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, and her voice had a tenderness that could melt bones.
Back then, he always created various opportunities to interact with that girl.
It wasn't until just before graduation that he dared to confess his feelings to her.
But, not surprisingly, he didn't win the love that was meant for him.
She gently rejected him, using the excuse of wanting to get into a university together and then considering the matter after starting college.
