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Maverick (fake) playboy vs. Rule-abiding good girl.

Someone like He Jingsui, who was free-spirited, wild, and unrestrained, never lacked female admirers and was always the center of attention. Meanwhile, Chen Zhan was so quiet she was easily overlooked, yet she secretly liked him for many years.

She would intentionally walk past his classroom with a book, sometimes seeing three or four girls surrounding him. They'd have pretty princess hairstyles, wear sexy mini-skirts, and chat with him, all smiles. And he, too, often had a casual smile on his lips, his eyes seeming affectionate towards everyone.

A bold girl once asked him what kind of girl he liked. He simply glanced over casually, joking with those girls, his lips slightly mocking, "That kind." That day, Chen Zhan fled in disarray.

She secretly wrote him a love letter, but it ended up in his friend's hands. The friend opened the envelope, told him it was another confession letter, but heard him say he liked himself. The friend asked if he still remembered.

Chen Zhan hid not far behind them, watching him smile with curled lips, yet it was exceptionally perfunctory. The sun was clearly strong that day, but she felt as if she were in an ice cellar. That phrase, "I don't remember, help me throw it away," shattered her hopes for the future.

She tried her best to squeeze into his world, but suddenly realized that to him, she wasn't even a passerby. During the days they were together, He Jingsui doted on her so much that everyone envied them.

However, one afternoon, Chen Zhan broke up with him. It was a torrential rain, and his expression was indistinguishable in the dim light, only his indifferent voice drilled into Chen Zhan's ears: "Alright, if you want to break up, then break up."

They reunited five years later. In a dimly lit private room, he cornered her against the wall. He slowly pried open her hands, took the plain ring from her palm, and pressed closer, "You said you didn't like me anymore, what's the meaning of keeping my things?"

His eyes were red, his voice harsh and hoarse: "Chen Zhan, you're truly heartless." He was as broken as a child who had lost candy, "It's been five years, have you ever thought of me?"