An Chuxia runs away from Year Two, Cla.s.s A to a secluded place. She finally stops when her feet start aching from running.

She sits on the ground and takes off her shoes while crying. “This d.a.m.ned school. Why is everything so big? d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n, everything here, d.a.m.n!”

“Everything here? Including me?” A not-so-unfamiliar voice responds. It takes her a few moments to recognize Xiao Mingluo's voice.

“Why did you follow me?” She puts her shoes back on her feet and stands up. She's weary of his intentions.

Xiao Mingluo c.o.c.ks a smile. It's one of his charms and not too many girls can resist it.

“I'm afraid you can't think straight right now, and I'm concerned you'll do something stupid.” He blinks innocently, bows his head, and finds something from his pocket. He retrieves a paper napkin and hands it to An Chuxia.

She hesitates before taking the paper towel. “I'm curious, Xiao Mingluo. Why are you giving this to me when I don't have a cold?”

Wipe your nose… this answer seems to completely differ from what he's thinking. In his eyes, she should be grateful and say thank you. She can also run into his arms and complain. Rather than say anything, he just wants her to wipe her nose!

Calm down, Xiao Mingluo says to himself before saying, “I gave it to you to sop up the water. Your body is soaked.”

She immediately looks at him like she's looking at a monster.

Tut tut, 'tis a pity… . She is all out of sorts. She knows her body is soaked but all he gives her is a small paper towel to dry off.

“Are you okay?” Xiao Mingluo looks at her strangely. His gaze travels up and down her body.

“You didn't have to give me anything. Thank you. The sun is so warm, I've almost completely dried up since leaving the cla.s.sroom.”

She chastises herself. Can you not face a person and question their intentions, An Chuxia? You have been rude to someone so nice.

If people were to find out how rude she's being to young master Xiao, they'd throw bricks at her!

The summer season has truly arrived. In twenty minutes, her clothes and hair have dried up. Only the tips of her hair remain damp.

Year One, Cla.s.s A Cla.s.sroom

“Missy, I asked you where did she go…,” Ying Taoqiu asks Fei Lixiya about An Chuxia's whereabouts. Fei Lixiya just blankly stares at her without answering.

It's because she doesn't know where An Chuxia went. But now, Lixiya's being grilled because they think she can't comprehend the words coming out of Taoqiu's mouth.

“You're not talking! I will make you regret it!” An angry Mo Xinwei takes a book from the table and hits Lixiya on the head.

Although the students witness the abuse, no one dares to come forward to help. After all, they can't afford to offend Han Qilu.

“Don't hit… !” Lixiya cries out and blocks the blow with her hand.

Then someone stands next to Taoqiu. She grabs Lixiya's hair and forces her to move back.

“Don't hit? Now this talk is going to get ugly, f**ker. I'll drag the ugly person! I'll hit what needs to be hit!”

“I have all but stopped!”