Qin Qingqing's three years of junior high were over, and Mo Ziye's three years of high school also just concluded.
The year she entered high school, Mo Ziye was eagerly accepted by several foreign schools.
Feeling unwell from her period and in a bad mood, Qin Qingqing ran back to the Qin Family home that night, without even telling Mo Ziye.
It wasn't until An Lin knocked on Qin Qingqing's room door to tell her, "Qingqing, Ziye is here to pick you up."
Qin Qingqing lied on the bed, hugging her laptop. Hearing her mother's words, she gloomily replied, "Mom, I'm staying home tonight."
"Did you have a fight with Ziye?"
An Lin came into the room, approached the bed, and asked her daughter with concern.
Fourteen-year-old Qingqing had grown into a graceful young girl, pure and beautiful, the secret admiration of countless boys at school.
"No."
Qin Qingqing answered curtly, then lowered her head to stare at her laptop.
