Old friend

  Xu Liu was stunned and lost her balance, falling onto the large bed. Her mind a mess, she stared blankly at the woman's back as she disappeared out the door. What did she mean by "she would know sooner or later"? Didn't she want to avoid getting entangled with last night's events anymore?

  For some reason, she now feels that the whole thing is inexplicably strange, as if there is an invisible and powerful hand behind her back, tightly shackling her.

  She sat for a while, then raised her hand to wipe away the cold, dry tears on her face. She picked up the clothes that the woman had placed beside her and was about to go to the bathroom to change when she turned her head and saw a note on the bedside table. She stared at it blankly for a moment before grabbing it and reading the words with shortness of breath.

  "Xu Liu'ou, I don't have the patience to wait for you to grow up anymore. From now on, everything of yours will be taken over by me. I won't let you suffer any more grievances or harm!"

  The signature at the end is: The deceased.

  Xu Liu didn't know what kind of feeling he had in his heart after reading these words, there was shock, fear and unease, only to feel that his heart was pounding loudly as if it was about to burst out of his chest. There were many words and emotions in his chest that wanted to erupt, but couldn't be vented, so he could only sit there holding the paper strip, panting heavily.

  But she was also puzzled, because the only person who knew her well was her high school friend Xia Weiliang, and now he was wandering around somewhere, so how could he have the leisure to care about her?

  So, who would this person be? Staring at the overbearing and scorching words in front of her, looking at the faintly familiar vigorous handwriting, a blurry figure flashed through her mind, but the next second she quickly shook her head, impossible! It can't be him!

  The gap between them was so great that in her eyes, the 17-year-old her and the 24-year-old him were people from different age groups. Not only were their ages different, but their identities and status were also different. He was a scion of a noble family with a listed company at that time, while she was just a poor female student, and even an illegitimate child.

  Even if he had some ambiguous feelings for her during her three years of high school, even if they had a crazy night together, she always thought that to him, she was just a young girl's infatuation.

  He's so handsome and outstanding in appearance, from such a noble family, with such exceptional abilities, how could he possibly be infatuated with someone like her? Moreover, three years have passed, shouldn't he have already settled down by now? So, the person last night definitely wasn't him! Definitely not!

  Thinking like this, she thought more and more, and even remembered the affair three years ago that she had dreamed of in class the day before, and she couldn't help but grab the clothes next to her and rush into the bathroom.

  She thought she must be crazy, so recently she would often think of that man. He ruined her first love that she relied on for survival. He drove away the person she used all her strength to love. She should hate him to the bone and want to thoroughly erase him from her mind, but why would she keep thinking of him?

  Because she was in too much of a hurry, she didn't even take the time to properly look at what she was wearing and just hastily put on whatever was nearest before rushing out. The woman waiting outside was startled by her sudden rush, then called after her to eat breakfast, but she ignored her and left without looking back, carrying her bag with her.

  You simply send out a few words, but I have to endure endless silent tears.