"Tang Song."
Jiang Lai looked up, seriously eyeing him.
"As your friend of over a year in high school, I'm officially telling you this once—I'm the only one bearing the burden since my dad is going bankrupt, and my mom is sick. I need to study hard, get into a good college, and earn money to support the family.
In the future, no matter what activity it is, don't look for me. Don't distract me from my studies."
Tang Song: "…"
For the first time, he saw Jiang Lai without makeup. Her eyes lacked the eyeliner extension, her face was pale without powder, and her lips weren't covered in colorful gloss. It was just a simple, clean face with strikingly round, bright eyes, paired with a slightly snub, upturned nose, and full, rosy lips—a face like a doll, looking as if she had stepped out of a TV show, an exquisite beauty like a mixed-race child.
