Society is also worried about her future as a single mother.

  Don't mess with anyone, but don't mess with Jiang Ren.

  The staircase of Anhai Court is an emergency facility and usually nobody walks on it. Therefore the staircase is quiet.

  Green "Emergency Exit" with four big characters and an arrow pointing all the way, dim light in the corridor.

  Meng Ting could only hear her own footsteps, and she still had a backpack on, walking up along the handrail.

  On the third floor corridor turn, she suddenly bumped into a sturdy chest.

  Meng Ting was startled: "Ah!"

  Anyone who suddenly sees something in a dark and eerie environment with a green glow will be scared. She covered her forehead and retreated several steps back.

  As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the outline of Jiang Ren's face.

  In the dim light, he had a few moments of stunned expression, and put his hand on the place where she had bumped into him.

  The young man's muscles were solid, but it was her forehead that was hit and she felt dizzy for a moment.

  Her voice was sweet, that trembling "ah" had an upward tone, like a broken whisper. Just now, something hit his chest, but he didn't know what it was.

  Meng Ting's face turned white, and her hands and feet couldn't stop trembling.

  She couldn't see Jiang Ren's face clearly, but she knew she had just bumped into him. Jiang Ren was originally overbearing and unreasonable, so she quickly apologized: "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

  Jiang Ren's lips curved slightly: "Mm."

  Meng Ting didn't know what to do for the better. This was a bolt from the blue for her. Who knew that Jiang Ren wasn't at the party, but instead in this dark stairwell.

  Outside Anhaiting's transparent window, the sea breeze blows gently.

  Meng Ting leaned back against the cold wall, feeling somewhat at a loss.

  "It wasn't on purpose." She was simple-minded but not stupid, how could a collision like that cause trouble? Her vision was still blurry, she knew he was having a hard time, and couldn't help but whisper, "You scared me too."

  Jiang Ren almost burst out laughing.

  He was backlit, and could see her figure. She still wore the uniform of No. 7 Middle School, with the school emblem pinned to the right side of her chest. The air bangs made her look softer in the light and shadow, and the black-rimmed glasses that seemed to invite scrutiny also softened a bit.

  Although he was afraid of him, he tried his best to calm down.

  "What's wrong with you? You hit someone and don't take responsibility? Good students like you, is this how your school teaches you?"

  Meng Ting raised his eyes and looked at him, with a soft tone of voice refuting: "The Seventh said, to apologize. And to forgive others when they are in a position to do so."

  Jiang Ren couldn't help it this time and laughed: "I'm illiterate, I don't understand your fancy stuff."

  Meng Ting knew he was being unreasonable.

  The night was quiet, and there were still bright lights in the distance on the sea. Through An Hai Ting's gaze, it was a twinkling faint light. She suddenly remembered that this young man in front of her would kill someone in a few years.

  His methods of killing were extremely cruel.

  Meng Ting knew he was very dangerous and couldn't get close to him, let alone offend him.

  She bowed her head and gave him a sincere bow: "Sorry."

  The smile at the corner of his mouth faded away.

  Under the dim light, she couldn't see his eyes clearly and suddenly thought of Jiang Ren's crazy pursuit of a bus for three miles that year.

  Like a wolf cub with a fierce and arrogant life.

  She has always been afraid of his nearly abnormal frenzy.

  Meng said: "I really didn't mean to, otherwise... I'll let you hit me back."

  She hesitantly stretched out one of her delicate white hands.

  Slender and beautiful fingers, with a hint of pale pink at the fingertips. Even in dim light, she stands out as the brightest spot in the entire corridor, her gentle nature shining through.

  He had a burst of energy in his heart, staring at the small hand for a long time, and said with a hiss: "Alright, don't cry out in pain."

  She nodded seriously.

  Jiang Ren's hand in his pocket trembled slightly.

  The hand in front of him was beautiful and soft, with slender fingers that were crystal white. He had never seen anyone's hands so delicate and lovely. Not even his mother, who was meticulous about every detail, had such exquisite hands. Just as he was about to touch her hand, he suddenly came to his senses.

  Jiang Ren's expression was irritable as he withdrew his hand and felt for the lighter in his pocket. He tossed the lighter into her palm: "Come over here and light a cigarette for me, and this matter is settled."

  Meng stared blankly at the black lighter in his palm.

  "Come on, do I need to invite you?"

  His temper is still very bad.

  Meng Ting guessed that Jiang Ren might have come out for a smoke break. She clutched her skirt and took a few steps closer.

  The boy is twenty-seven centimeters taller than her.

  She was only 1.6 meters tall, not short, but Jiang Ren was very tall. He spoke freely and unscrupulously, with a hint of vulgarity, and his silver hair made him look somewhat dissolute, so he was often mistaken for a hoodlum outside. He was not easy to get along with, had a bad temper, and had a flawed personality.

  Jiang couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance and pulled out a cigarette from the pack, biting it between his lips.

  The window frame on the third floor was open, and a few strands of cool night breeze came in.

  Her bangs swayed gently.

  She raised her hand, and on tiptoe, she leaned in close to him.

  In the moment when the fire lit up, he smelled the fragrance brought by the wind on the girl's body. That unique warm soft sweet scent.

  Her movements were awkward and even clumsy.

  It's obvious that he has never done anything like this for anyone before, but he's being incredibly obedient.

  He lowered his eyelids, and with a trembling hand, he lit the cigarette after a while.

  Meng Ting let out a sigh of relief, put the lighter in his palm, and then ran up from beside him.

  After a long time, he suddenly pinched the cigarette between his fingertips and extinguished it, panting heavily.

  The cigarette had already burned halfway, yet he was so stunned that he even forgot to breathe, not taking a single puff.

  Don't let him see her again.

  Never see you again.

  Otherwise...

  ~

  Meng Ting went upstairs and finally let out a sigh of relief.

  The fifth floor of Anhaiting was in a state of utter chaos, with people rushing about wildly. Meng Ting pushed through the crowd and spotted Shu Lan at a glance.

  Unfortunately, Shulan was just about to show off her dancing skills.

  She was wearing Meng Ting's skirt on her body.

  This skirt doesn't quite fit her, she's not well-developed and can't fill it out in the chest. However, that doesn't detract from its own beauty. That year, no other dress worn by girls was as beautiful and elegant as this one, with the beauty of a Republic-era green dress after rain, and colorful feathers fluttering as she moved. The hem is very long, attracting the attention of several girls who can't help but glance over multiple times.

  Shulan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction in her heart.

  Because of her usual cold and arrogant demeanor, those girls couldn't help but ask where she bought that skirt.

  "This can't be bought anywhere, a high-waisted skirt, one of a kind in the world."

  That girl, no matter how much she liked him, couldn't help but change her expression upon hearing his words: "Hmph, who cares." There were also one or two boys who cast their eyes on Shulan.

  Her eyebrows danced with color, this group of people were all rich. Normally walking on the street wouldn't even glance at her, but tonight she wore this dress and finally felt proud for a moment.

  Those girls who asked her about her skirt came back soon, holding a cup of red wine, with a sarcastic tone: "I heard you can dance too, show us your skills, anyway we're having so much fun today."

  Shulan will dance somewhere.

  Her initial understanding of dance only stayed at the painful feeling of her dance teacher pressing hard on her legs to practice flexibility.

  However, He Junming heard it and put down the receiver to look over, also looking very interested: "Right, you're called... Shu, Shulan, right, beauty? Conveniently jump a level."

  A group of boys immediately responded with whistles and applause: "Come on!"

  It's hard for Shulan to get off the tiger.

  He Junming was still a silly fool and even found some elegant music for her: "Dance."

  Shulan's eyelid twitched, her heart was in a panic, and her heartbeat was out of control.

  He Han pressed the remote control and said: "Isn't the music right? Shouldn't it be more dynamic?"

  One evening, she finally became the center of attention for everyone, but it was only because they wanted to see her dance.

  Shulan definitely couldn't jump. She thought to herself, she wasn't Meng Ting, who was good at everything. She didn't know how to do these things, and if she jumped, she would surely make a fool of herself.

  She glanced at the tall and luxurious cake beside her.

  If... her clothes get dirty, no one will ask her to dance again, right?

  Although she also thinks it's a pity about this skirt, however she can't slap her own face. Besides, the skirt can still be worn after washing.

  Shulan pulled her skirt and curtsied.

  Take a few steps back and you'll bump into that big cake.

  Even if Meng Ting had a good temper, seeing her almost touching that cake made him furious.

  That's what her mother left behind!

  "Meng Ting's voice was crisp and clear: 'Shu Lan!'"

  Shulan was startled and turned around to see Meng Ting standing at the door in his school uniform. For a moment, she was stunned, as she had thought that Meng Ting's threat to come back for his things was just meant to scare her, but she hadn't expected him to actually show up.

  How did she get here?

  Isn't An Haiting not allowed to let people in casually?

  Meng Ting didn't see the gaze of everyone else.

  She didn't feel inferior at all wearing grey and dull clothes among a crowd of gorgeous people.

  She walked up to Shulan, as if she had transformed back into Meng Ting from fourteen years ago.

  Soft beyond compare, yet also proud and beautiful: "Change your skirt for me, right now."

  She didn't look at Shu Lan's expression and turned around to look at He Junming.

  "Hey classmate, sorry about that. Can I have back that gold medal from yesterday?"

  In the afternoon before school was dismissed, Zhao Nuanju was organizing her charts.

  She is the class organization committee member, usually when there are school activities, she organizes her classmates to participate. Her promotional flyers are placed on the table.

  "The National Middle School Students' Olympiad in Informatics has officially started, welcome students to sign up."

  The most eye-catching part of the big red envelope was the central black font: First prize, 8,000 yuan.