"You've been the one who's been silently watching over me outside my door every night before I go to sleep all these years."
"You take care of me, care about me, and pay attention to me far more than you care about yourself."
"But right now, there are many things you don't know about me."
"Has nothing else really happened in the past year?"
Jiang Ren clenched his fists, then immediately loosened them: "...No. Miss just doesn't leave her room and doesn't even see me, so that's why I don't know."
Jiang Nian stared at him: "You said you would never do anything to make me sad."
"If you lie to me, I will be sad."
The silent man felt a sharp pain in his heart upon hearing those words.
He let out a deep breath: "...I didn't lie to you, Miss. I wouldn't do anything to upset you."
Jiang Nian took a deep breath.
In the end, he turned his gaze back to the outside of the car window.
Stepping into the campus of Hughes School, I arrived at the classroom I was to transfer to.
He stood on the podium with a backpack on his back.
The teacher knew about her arrival as a transfer student and was quite kind, asking her to introduce herself.
Jiang Nian adjusted her glasses, briefly stated her name, and then went down from the stage to find an empty seat.
The room was full of white high school students.
They seemed curious and excited about her arrival, the only person of Asian descent, and exchanged playful glances.
After class, several boys in school uniforms with a dissolute demeanor gathered around her desk.
The blond boy in the lead whistled and winked: "Hey, Chink girl, how can you come to our school?"
This question was asking her why she came to study at their school.
The students at this school are almost all children of white aristocrats. In other words, they're inquiring about her background, asking how she got in.
But the word he used was Chink.
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