In the back seat of the luxurious extended Lincoln, the young girl silently looked out the window.

"Is this Ye Zhou the male classmate who keeps bothering you? Stay away from him in the future, it's better for you. I had someone investigate him, and his family background is not good enough for you."

The girl acted as if she hadn't heard, but her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

What is worthy and what is not worthy? Why do they all say such things?

She had previously felt that Ye Zhou was not good enough for her.

She was completely wrong.

That clean-cut, refreshing boy, whose eyes were always filled with her, was the most precious treasure in the world, the thing she should cherish most.

When did she meet Ye Zhou?

In fact, all of this can be traced back to a specific pattern.

Halloween celebration held at the kindergarten.

Little Jiang Jiayan wore an adorable princess dress, dressed up as Snow White. Her skin was so fair that she was surrounded by children who admired and praised her.

On the other side...

"Ye Zhou, it's Halloween today, everyone has to dress up, why didn't you change your clothes?"

"What? He's already disguised himself! He's just dressed up as a beggar; he always dresses like a beggar!"

"Hahaha, little beggar, Ye Zhou is a little beggar."

Jiang Jiayan listened to the sound, walked through the crowd, and saw Ye Zhou with his head down, his small fingers clutching the hem of his clothes.

The little boy was dirty and wearing a gray adult short-sleeved shirt with a neckline that was too big, revealing half of his rounded shoulder.

The other boys started shoving him.

The younger the child, the less restraint they tend to exhibit resistant behavior.

Xiao Yezhou kept her head down and didn't say a word, letting the others push and shove her.

"None of you should bully others; bullying is wrong."

Snow White pointed at the crowd, like a heroine.

The children were all stunned.

Then Snow White walked up to Ye Zhou, took off her red cloak with her chubby little hands, and wrapped it around Ye Zhou's neck.

After tying it up, the chubby little hand patted the thin Ye Zhou's chest.

"Alright, you're a prince now. Who said you weren't dressed up?"

There's practically nothing memorable about Xiao Yezhou from her childhood; she was thin and dark-skinned.

He raised his large, bright eyes and stared blankly at the beautiful, delicate girl who had rescued him.

"You are a prince, and a prince should be confident and protect the princess. In fairy tales, princes and princesses are a match made in heaven."

Today I am Snow White, and you are the prince. So, you have to protect me all day long, understand?

Xiao Yezhou had never read a fairy tale book before, and only vaguely understood the story of the prince and princess, nodding as she did.

Little Jiang Jiayan pouted her pink lips and pinched her waist, "Prince, where's your sword? How will you protect me without a sword?"

Xiao Yezhou looked down and searched, then huffed and puffed as he picked up a twig from a short distance away and held it tightly in his hand.

Xiao Jiang Jiayan nodded and smiled with satisfaction, "Alright, you'll be protecting me today, my prince."

But he protected her for more than just one day.

One year, two years, three years...

So long that Jiang Jiayan completely forgot that he was still a living, breathing person with thoughts and feelings.

Jiang Zhongtian glanced at his daughter in the rearview mirror and said impatiently, "Did you understand everything I told you? And that Susan is even more untrustworthy. Now that you've graduated from high school, cut all ties with these unimportant high school classmates."

"Ye Zhou is not an insignificant person."

Jiang Zhongtian couldn't help but frown. "Do you know what you're saying?"

Jiang Jiayan gave a poignant smile and continued, "Dad, Ye Zhou is not an insignificant person. I like him."

"Jiang Jiayan!! That's enough, stop talking!"

"I love him."

Jiang Zhongtian was furious. How could his precious daughter be with such a poor, lowly boy? As long as he lived, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

The phone rang urgently.

Jiang Zhongtian took a few deep breaths, parked his car on the side of the road, and answered the phone.

Jiang Jiayan looked out the window.

She had never seen her father with such extreme panic on his face. He seemed to be giving instructions on something important, shouting as he spoke, though she couldn't understand what he was saying.

Her father was losing control, and she thought it was because of her.

But she was just stating the facts.

After returning to the villa, Jiang Zhongtian did not get out of the car. He let Jiang Jiayan get out and then drove away.

The two of them barely spoke to each other after that argument.

The butler stood at the door to greet them.

"Miss, thank you for your hard work these past few days. The servants have cleaned all the rooms inside, and everything has been put back in its original place."

Jiang Jiayan said nothing and walked into the cold villa.

For a long time, he lived alone in this house.

Is this really her home? She couldn't help but have doubts.

Ye Zhou.

She also has Ye Zhou.

Jiang Jiayan suddenly remembered something and rushed out the door.

I searched around but couldn't find what I was looking for.

Did Ye Zhou already come and ride the bicycle away?

Seeing her young mistress's anxious expression, the butler couldn't help but ask, "Miss, what are you looking for?"

"Where's Ye Zhou's bicycle? He left it here!"

"Miss, are you referring to that pile of scrap metal? It was really an eyesore at the entrance and didn't match the style of the villa. I thought it was just a pile of junk, so I gave it to the garbage collector for free."

Jiang Jiayan looked incredulous.

"Trash? What trash are you talking about? That was something Ye Zhou had always cherished and protected! And you actually threw it away!"

Ye Zhou often rode that old-fashioned bicycle, whether going to or from school.

Although the bicycle was quite old and Jiang Jiayan sometimes disliked it, she had no choice but to sit on the back seat.

On it are their two most precious memories.

It felt like a piece of my heart had been torn apart, gripped tightly by an invisible force, and was about to burst.

"How could you throw it away? How could you throw it away?"

The girl seemed to be questioning the housekeeper, or perhaps she was muttering to herself, questioning herself.

How could I have lost him?

Seeing his young mistress's anxious expression, the butler was also somewhat flustered.

Before asking her to return to work, the master had already made it clear on the phone that everything related to Ye Zhou, as well as all the cheap and worthless things from her high school classmates, had to be thrown away so as not to sully the young lady's delicate hands.

"Miss, that bicycle should have already been taken to the garbage station and can't be found anymore. Let's just leave it at that. If Ye Zhou comes to ask for it, we can just buy him a new one, right?"

How can they be the same? Even if they're new, how can they be the same?

Just like the bracelet Ye Zhou bought for her before.

Ignoring the housekeeper's attempts to stop her, Jiang Jiayan ran away.