Seeing his son-in-law still standing there stunned, without any awareness, Tang Yaohan couldn't help but get angry, scolding:
"Come over and help me!"
Yang Fei: ??
Wasn't it you who just said you didn't want any help? So hard to please!
...
In the afternoon, just before school starts.
Chai Wei walked alone on the long street in front of the school, looking around, restaurants, shops, bookstores, various snack stalls, bustling with people coming and going.
Yet, Chai Wei felt a sense of desolation in the world.
As a freshman, he always had an inexplicable anticipation about school, looking forward to the start.
Because the school had girls he got along well with, teachers who cared for him, an environment where he fit in.
Back then, Chai Wei felt like he was a trendsetter at Fourth Middle School, the times should align with him, and he would be happy forever.
Until that day, when his class, Class 6, was disbanded.
