Han Xu scoffed and forced a change of topic. "Since you still need to rest, I suppose I can begrudgingly keep you company for a little while longer. I remember you said you liked… who was it again? That guy from Class 3? How's that going?"
Shen Lang searched her memory. Sure enough, she found the shadow of a "first love" in the original owner's past.
To be precise, it was just a one-sided crush. And not long after it began, the guy transferred schools.
The original owner had been heartbroken about it for a long time, even losing her will to draw during class.
Having pinpointed the memory, she replied nonchalantly, "Didn't he transfer?"
"What, you still like him?" Han Xu asked, incredulous.
"That's all in the past," she said, gazing up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle with a wistful expression. "I shouldn't have been so damn reserved back then. If I hadn't, I'd have a boyfriend by now."
