Since there's no way to keep things ambiguous, let's say goodbye to the past clearly.

The past twenty-odd years that Jiang Jiayan had taken over were the best twenty-odd years of his life.

Ye Zhou walked into the office and immediately attracted the attention of the young female teachers.

"Ye, how did the exam go?"

"good."

"You must come back to visit our alma mater often in the future. It's been so many years since our school has produced someone as outstanding as you!"

Ye Zhou simply smiled and nodded. If these people weren't teachers, he probably wouldn't have paid them any attention.

He walked over to Old Wang's table, where there was a stack of books and a pink backpack.

There were still a lot of books for senior high school students, and Jiang Jiayan took almost none of them.

He grabbed a few books and stuffed them into his schoolbag.

He just wanted it all to end quickly, and he was doing the job almost numbly and mechanically.

I was even a little irritable.

Clang—

The book fell to the ground.

The pages are unfolding...

It's just an ordinary workbook.

Ye Zhou picked up the workbook.

Almost all of them are blank, except for the poetry fill-in-the-blank section.

At night, I saw off a guest at the head of the Xunyang River. (Ye Zhou, you're still ignoring me.)

When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? (I'm giving you a chance, don't refuse.)

The wind is fierce, the sky is high, and the monkeys howl mournfully. (Ye Zhou, come back here!)

Ye Zhou: "..."

It's too late, they won't be coming back.

He calmly put away the workbook.

He stuffed it all into his schoolbag.

The pink backpack was so full it looked like it was about to burst.

Jiang Jiayan's favorite color is pink.

Many of her things are pink.

She often smiles slightly, with the corners of her mouth curving into a beautiful arc.

Of course, it's for other people.

At that time, Ye Zhou was still fantasizing about when Jiang Jiayan would smile at him like that.

As I pushed my bicycle out of the campus, lightning and thunder began to flash again.

By this time, An Youhe should have already returned home.

He lifted his leg onto the bicycle and stepped onto the road he had walked countless times before.

We arrived at the entrance of Jiang Jiayan's villa.

Ye Zhou picked up his backpack from the back of the bicycle.

For some reason, something feels off.

The gate was tightly shut, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

He originally planned to leave his schoolbag at the door and walk away.

After thinking about it, I rang the doorbell anyway.

When the housekeeper comes out, just let him know; it's not necessary to see Jiang Jiayan.

It doesn't matter if we don't see each other.

I waited for a while.

No one came to open the door.

"It seems this is fate. This is the end. Goodbye."

Ye Zhou turned around, preparing to leave.

"Don't touch me!"

A sharp sound came through the soundproof door.

The schoolbag was thrown on the ground.

Ye Zhou tried to open the door, but it was locked from the inside.

"Don't touch me!!!! Ahhh!!"

The sound was a sharp, painful, and desperate wail.

It felt like it was going to tear Ye Zhou's eardrums apart.

It's Jiang Jiayan.

Ye Zhou kicked the door twice.

They kicked the door open.

The sound was coming from the second floor.

Ye Zhou ran up the spiral staircase almost like a madman.

He knew where Jiang Jiayan was.

Countless days and nights, when he couldn't sleep or wanted to see Jiang Jiayan, he would ride his bicycle to the apartment building in the middle of the night.

Looking at the window of Jiang Jiayan's room, sometimes the light was on, and sometimes only a faint light shone through.

Jiang Jiayan is afraid of the dark and never actually turns off the lights.

He knew almost everything about Jiang Jiayan.

And now.

A girl in a pristine white dress had her cheek pressed down by a large, veiny hand, which was also pressed against the cold, white floor.

Her clothes were torn open, revealing a large amount of snow-white skin.

"What the hell are you pretending for? What are you pretending to be, a pure and innocent girl? I knew you were a slut the first time I saw you. Just like your mother, you're both fucking sluts!"

"Chen Man thinks she's so powerful, playing me and running away? She never thought I'd get to taste what her daughter is like. She played me? Well, I'll play with her daughter! Hahaha!"

Jiang Jiayan's voice was hoarse, but she remained stubborn, "You're not allowed to talk about my mother like that!"

"Hehe, now you don't even have a chance to fight back. Don't expect anyone to come to your rescue. A slut is a slut. Now let your cherry-like mouth have something good to eat!"

"Bang!—"

Overbearing force.

The man was thrown directly onto the wardrobe and fell heavily off it.

"Holy shit!"

"Bang!—"

Before he could stand up, his legs were pinned down by a brute force.

The fist smashed into his nose like a hammer.

Ye Zhou felt his soul being emptied out, leaving him suspended in mid-air.

The body is just repeating this one movement.

The fist rose and fell.

It smashed into flesh and bone.

He could clearly see the bloodstains on his finger joints.

One after another.

...

Who is Jiang Jiayan? She's the girl he's liked for over a decade, but he's never even held her hand.

She was the girl he wanted to hold in his hands.

She was the girl he always cherished and silently protected.

She was a girl who was high above, noble, elegant, and proud, like a white swan.

How could anyone want to hurt her, to break her, to wither her, to cause her pain?

In this life, it was he who discovered it.

What about the previous life?

He didn't attend the graduation ball, nor did he come to deliver the book, but this man still came.

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