Driven by curiosity, she raised her hand, wanting to take the high school textbooks from the bookshelf.

However, this is Lin Congzhi's book. Is it appropriate for her to make such a decision without Lin Congzhi's permission?

In an instant, she dared not make a move.

However, thinking that there might be something about her hidden in the textbooks, she eventually couldn't resist her curiosity and impolitely reached out, took out the high school textbooks, and opened them to look at them.

The textbook was very ordinary, with almost no handwriting on it.

She knew that Lin Congzhi's textbooks were clean.

This top student is different from other students; he doesn't like taking notes in his books, and he even finds it difficult to draw a horizontal line.

Thinking of these things, she suddenly remembered something, and immediately turned to a certain page, a certain article, a certain arithmetic problem...

Sure enough, she discovered something "big".

These "big things" are all her masterpieces.

At that time, in order to attract Lin Congzhi's attention, to tease him, and to punish him, she deliberately drew some small patterns on his books.

When I was being mischievous, I drew a few strokes on it; when I felt love, I wrote a few words on it.

For Lin Congzhi, who had a book-obsessed aversion to such things, it was impossible to tolerate such messy stuff, so he was always angry and puffed out his cheeks.

Even now, she still vaguely remembers how angry Lin Congzhi looked at her back then.

"Was I too naughty back then? Why was I so bad?"

Suddenly, she realized that her attitude toward Lin Congzhi was completely different from Lin Congzhi's attitude toward her.

"You liked her back then, and you were so rude. Now that she likes you, you're even ruder. You're a terrible woman."

Even the other self couldn't stand it anymore and loudly denounced it in its heart.

Looking back, Jiang Yimei felt ashamed, but she knew Lin Congzhi had bullied her, and he deserved it.

Lin Congzhi kept everything related to her, whether it was a prank or a token of deep affection; he didn't throw anything away.

Perhaps in his eyes, these have become the most precious things, after all, they represent youth, and she is part of that youth.

Suddenly, her eyes welled up with tears, and she felt like crying.

Back then, she was innocent and naive. For the sake of her budding love, she disregarded everything, braving wind and rain, all for him, her eyes filled with nothing but him.

Even though she often angered him, she never backed down.

She was so persistent; she liked him so much.

It makes sense that Lin Congzhi is now head over heels in love with her; after all, he can't find another woman who would so simply give everything for him.

Of course, this is just her arrogant thought, and doesn't mean it doesn't actually exist.

It took her a long time to calm down.

Memories are all things of the past, and people have to move forward, so there is no turning back.

I left the study and went to another room.

This is a guest room with a bed, presumably for guests.

Lin Congzhi has family members who can stay here when they come to visit him.

There was no sign of her in the room.

It seems that Lin Congzhi is quite selfish, only displaying her photos and portraits in the places where he is active.

After touring all the rooms, she returned to the master bedroom and glanced up. Suddenly, she noticed something she had never noticed before.

There are many photos on the ceiling of Lin Congzhi's master bedroom. These photos are densely pieced together to form a picture of her with an angelic smile.