The man at the front desk looked strange for a moment, then heard that it was Jiang Shaos voice. He said to Meng Ting, "Classmate, the elevator has broken down, you can take the stairs up."

  Meng nodded slightly, it was already quite good that they could go up. She thanked them and walked in the direction pointed by the male receptionist.

  As soon as Mengs figure disappeared from view, the female receptionist said with a strange expression: "The elevator isnt broken."

  "Jiang Shao ordered it."

  "What does he want to do?"

  "I dont know, anyway its his business, do you want to die? I heard that Jiang Shao... " The male receptionist tapped his heart with his finger, "has a mental illness and cant control his emotions. Who knows why he was kicked out of the Jiang family."

  The woman at the front desk thought of the pretty little girl who had just passed by: "Shes really beautiful, even more so than my idol. Shell definitely be even prettier in a few years."

  The man at the front desk was also worried about her.

  Dont mess with anyone, but dont mess with Jiang Ren.

  The staircase in Anhaiting 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 her back as she walked up along the handrail.

  On the third floor landing, she suddenly collided with a sturdy chest at the corner.

  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.

  She raised her eyes and saw the outline of Jiang Rens 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 mans muscles were solid, but it was her forehead that had been bumped and was now dizzy.

  Her voice was sweet, that trembling "ah" had an upward tone, like a broken whisper. Just now, something hit his chest, but he didnt know what it was.

  Meng Tings face turned white, and her hands and feet couldnt stop trembling.

  She couldnt see Jiang Rens 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 Rens lips curved slightly: "Mm..."

  Meng Ting didnt know what to do for the better. This was a bolt from the blue for her, who knew Jiang Ren wasnt at the party, but in this dark stairwell.

  Outside Anhaitings transparent window, the sea breeze blows gently.

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

  "It wasnt on purpose." She was simple, but not stupid, how could she let someone get hurt like that? Her vision was still blurry, and she knew he was having a hard time, so she couldnt 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 badge 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.

  "Whats going on? You hit someone and dont take responsibility? Good students, 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 can be forgiven."

  Jiang Ren couldnt hold back this time and laughed: "Im illiterate, I dont understand your fancy talk."

  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 Tings 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 couldnt 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 couldnt see his eyes clearly and suddenly thought of Jiang Rens crazy pursuit of a bus for three miles that year.

  Like a wolf cub with a fierce life.

  She has always been afraid of his nearly abnormal frenzy.

  Meng said: "I really didnt mean to, otherwise... Ill 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, dont cry out in pain."

  She nodded seriously.

  Jiang Rens 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 anyones hands so delicate and lovely. Not even his mother, who was meticulous about every detail, had such exquisite and beautiful hands.

  He suddenly reacted just before his hand touched hers.

  Jiang Rens 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 will be 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 slyness in his silver hair, 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 couldnt 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 close to him.

  In the instant when the firelight flashed up, he smelled the fragrance brought by the wind on the girls body. That unique warm soft sweet scent.

  Her movements were awkward and even clumsy.

  Its obvious that he has never done anything like this for anyone before, but hes being incredibly obedient.

  He lowered his eyes, and with a trembling hand, he lit a 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.

  Dont 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 a skirt belonging to Meng Ting.

  The skirt didnt quite fit her, she wasnt well-developed and couldnt fill it out in the chest. Nevertheless, it didnt detract from its own beauty. That year, no cheongsam worn by girls was as beautiful and elegant as this one, with the beauty of a Qing dynasty green jade after rain, and colorful feathers fluttering as she moved. The hem was very long, attracting the attention of several girls who couldnt help but take a few glances.

  Shulan couldnt help but feel proud of herself.

  Because of her usual cold and arrogant demeanor, those girls from the schools elite clique couldnt help but ask where she bought that skirt.

  "This cant be bought anywhere, a high-collared skirt, one of a kind in the world."

  That girl, no matter how much she liked him, couldnt 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 wouldnt 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 were 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, youre called... Shu, Shulan, right? Beautiful girl, convenient to jump a bit."

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

  Its hard for Shulan to get off the tiger.

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

  Shulans eyelid twitched, her heart was in a panic, and her heartbeat was out of control.

  He Han pressed the remote control and said: "Isnt the music right? It should 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 couldnt jump. She thought to herself, she wasnt Meng Ting, who was good at everything. She didnt know how to do these things, and if she jumped, her underwear would show.

  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 its a pity about this skirt, however she cant 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 youll bump into that big cake.

  Even if Meng Ting had a good temper, she would still get angry when she saw her about to touch that cake.

  Thats what her mother left behind!

  "Meng Tings 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 Tings threat to come back for his things was just meant to scare her, but she hadnt expected him to actually show up.

  How did she get here?

  Isnt An Haiting not allowed to let people in casually?

  Meng Ting didnt see all the eyes cast over from the crowd.

  She didnt feel inferior at all in a crowd of beautiful and gorgeous people wearing gray and dusty clothes.

  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 didnt look at Shu Lans expression and turned around to look at He Junming.

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