The next morning, Mu Tianze drove his car to pick up An Tong and Feng Guang and take them to school. They then boarded the school bus together. Feng Guang and An Tong, who were sitting in the back, didn't say a word to each other. To be precise, An Tong tried to talk to Feng Guang, but Feng Guang didn't respond at all. Mu Tianze found it strange, but he didn't ask any questions. Asking any questions would make it seem like he cared too much.

Everyone in Class 1 of Grade 11 knows An Tong. An Tong is a legend in their school. He rarely comes to school, but he got into the best university with the highest score in history. Even Yecao High School invited him back to his alma mater to give a speech. For many people, An Tong is the epitome of perseverance despite physical disability. For top students, he is a goal to strive for. For girls, his good looks are enough.

It's easy to see how popular An Tong was, even though he appeared in front of everyone in a wheelchair.

Feng Guang glanced at An Tong, who was surrounded by girls, and boarded the bus with a cold expression. She sat in a window seat in the back row, turned on her phone, plugged in her earphones to listen to music. She wasn't jealous at all that he was surrounded by a group of girls!

"Scenic views".

It's over. Even with the volume on her headphones turned up to the maximum, she still couldn't stop his pleasant voice from assaulting her.

"May I sit next to you?" An Tong was being supported by Mu Tianze, who looked very tired and had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"You..." She had barely opened her mouth when all eyes were on her, as if her refusal would make her an unforgivable sinner. Feng Guang leaned towards the window and nodded weakly, "Please sit down."

"Thank you." An Tong's lips curved slightly, a healing smile that could make anyone blush and their heart race.

Feng Guang listened to the amazed sounds from both men and women around him, and chuckled inwardly several times.

Mu Tianze said bluntly, "Hey, Xia Fengguang, take good care of my cousin."

"Okay," she replied dismissively.

"Don't worry, Tianze, Fengguang will protect me well."

Feng Guang looked at An Tong, who was also looking at her. His smiling eyes were like a still, deep pool, threatening to suck her in little by little. She only glanced at him before quickly turning her head away, not daring to look again.

Mu Tianze left, and naturally, he found Fang Yaya to sit with. The car started, and slowly, the excited chatter of the people inside grew louder and louder.

Feng Guang looked out the window, took a handkerchief out of her bag and handed it to him. She didn't turn around or say anything.

They're still arguing.

An Tong's weak and feeble voice came through, "Feng Guang, can't you help me?"

"You!" She finally stopped pretending to look at the scenery and turned around. Her face, which was originally angry, couldn't stay angry when she saw his focused look as he gazed at her. "Don't push your luck."

"How much effort does it take to wipe his face?" she thought to herself, but she still gently and carefully wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

An Tong grasped her hand; her hand was small and could be enveloped in his palm. "Let's stop fooling around, okay?"

For some reason, his words, "Stop fooling around," made all her sentimentality vanish, leaving only an impulse to hug him. Suddenly, she thought of many things: his health, his mother, his unfortunate past...

"Don't cry." An Tong's fingertips caressed the corner of her eye. This gentle touch made him linger, and he felt a great sense of satisfaction. He knew that she was crying because of him.

It is a very happy thing to have someone in this world who can cry for you.