Mengxia Ye was unexpectedly involved in a car accident and lost her memory. Since then, she began to do all sorts of strange things: handing her cousin’s opponent a stick during a fight, speaking ill
“Mengxia, during the next PE class, do you want to go buy something to eat together?”
“No.”
“Alright, then I’ll come back to keep you company later.”
When the classroom was finally empty except for her, Ye Mengxia let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto her desk.
Her stomach felt uncomfortable, so she’d stepped out for a while. When she returned, there was someone new in the classroom, sprawled across the desk, the electric fan in front of him whirring loudly and blowing directly at his head.
Ye Mengxia felt cold. She quietly skirted around the fan and took a seat behind him.
But the wind passed right through him and hit her, making her even colder. She was wearing a dress today, and it had rained in the morning, so the air was damp.
Even when all the other students returned, she still didn’t have the courage to go up and turn off the fan.
Because she didn’t know anyone.
“Mengxia, let me see your math notes, I want to reference them.”
Ye Mengxia nodded blankly and pulled out several notebooks, none of which were her math notes. Embarrassed, she looked at Lin Manting. “I can’t find them.”
With a thud, Lin Manting, lost in thought, stood up and leaned over the desk, smacking the person sitting in front of her hard, and bellowed, “Hey, Su Yichen! Hand over Ye Mengxia’s notebook!”
“Ow, that hurts! I don’t have it!”
Su Yichen jumped up, trying to retaliate, but when he turned around, he saw Ye Mengxia staring at him in surprise, her almond-shaped eyes wide, fingers clenched, body leaning back.