The final exam seating was arranged based on grades. Xu Xu was seated to the left of Zhao Meimei. He had barely slept last night, tossing and turning, thinking about how Zhao Meimei had practically wanted to draw a dividing line between them with her pen during the day. The taste in his heart was indescribable.
From start to finish, he held no grievance against Zhao Meimei; rather, his mind was filled with anger towards Zhang Zhao and with deep-seated envy, jealousy, and hatred towards Shi Yang.
Being by Zhao Meimei's side had become a habit—caring for her, admiring her, protecting her, feeling sorry for her—almost a conditioned reflex.
Xu Xu couldn't imagine a day when he would no longer see Zhao Meimei, nor could he accept the idea of Zhao Meimei leaving him, becoming truly estranged.
