Because through the window she could see the school's basketball court. Every Wednesday afternoon, during the third period, she would watch as Lu Jinnian played basketball during Class One's P.E. class.
He stared at her seat for a long while before turning his head to gaze back into Qiao Anhao's eyes. His tone of voice sounded quite lonely. "Back then, I thought that we could be classmates."
Qiao Anhao felt a hint of sadness and was unspeakably moved by what Lu Jinnian said at the same time.
When he was young, he deliberately left half the test empty just to be able to get into Class Three, yet she fought her way into Class One for him. With that, the two of them missed one another by pure chance.
It was like something was stuck in her throat... something that ached, something that was warm. Qiao Anhao curved the corners of her lips and spoke up in a slightly trembling voice. "What a coincidence, at the time, I also thought that we could be classmates."
