Before the words were fully out, she turned and ran downstairs.
The hurried footsteps thudded away down the stairwell.
In the attic, only the sound of sharp intakes of breath remained.
Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.
In their adolescence, the vague image of the novel's male lead, sketched countless times in notebooks and before-bed fantasies, suddenly had a clear and concrete prototype at this moment.
He was the kind of classmate you would take the long way just to catch a glimpse of him, pretending to go get water;
Would stay up late praying to be grouped with him;
The type whose presence by the window made the sunlight outside look exceptionally beautiful.
Oh my god!
This... this is Yanyan's "lover"?!
In their memory, what kind of person was Zhang Yan?
The kind of girl who would order just one vegetable dish in the cafeteria to save two yuan;
