Ostriches always bury their heads in the sand when danger descends, thinking that if they could not see it, they could escape everything. Little did they know it was merely a self-deceiving trick. One could block one's sight, but the danger would not disappear.
Lu Mingfei, plugging his ears while stealing the bell, was unwilling to face the fact that Chen Wenwen most likely did not like him. He still harbored fantasies.
Even though Chen Motong had already analyzed it for him, listing many signs that Chen Wenwen did not like him, he still refused to believe it.
Yet no matter how tightly Lu Mingfei covered his ears, he could not conceal the fact that the bell had rung.
When Fate's course reached the point it was meant to reach, Lu Mingfei's fantasy was finally torn apart by bloody reality.
He had no choice but to become a true brave man and face the dripping blood... the blood in his heart.
The lights in Wanda Cinema's screening room dimmed, leaving only the flickering patches of light on the screen.
At the Literature Club's graduation gathering, Lu Mingfei stood in the spot that had been arranged in advance before the screen. He felt that the position Zhao Menghua had assigned him suited his wishes perfectly... At this moment, he was standing right in the middle of the stage.
It was simply a gift from heaven!
He took a deep breath, ready to shout the words he had held back for three years at the whole world... Chen Wenwen, I like you.
But the instant he looked up, his entire body froze.
At some point, Xu Yanyan and Xu Miaomiao had moved to his left. Several classmates scattered apart in perfect coordination, their silhouettes projected between the strokes of the words on