Summary
I once tore up the love letter from the top student with my own hands.
And I said to his face, “I don’t date poor students.”
Years later, I saw Jiang Yubai again-at his concert, packed with thousands of fans.
A fan eagerly asked, “Did the superstar have someone he couldn’t let go of back in school?”
Jiang Yubai’s cold gaze swept through the crowd and landed on me.
“Yes.”
“But I hope, for as long as I live, she never appears before me again.”