Across the street is a supermarket. This beautiful skirt was something she didn't have the courage to touch in her previous life. Until the day she died, she never wore it on her body.

  Shulan doesn't have enough charm and can't bring out that kind of breathtaking beauty.

  The skirt is magnificent and light, originally this can be used as a dancing skirt.

  Shulan gritted her teeth: "Sister, I know what's best. Just lend it to me for tonight and I'll return it tomorrow. That gold medal... I gave it to someone, it wouldn't be good if I asked for it back, would you want me to lose face?"

  It's this kind of reason again.

  Just like playing piano for the first time.

  Meng Ting faced Shu Lan, and that softness in her heart to love and protect was gone. She stared into Shu Lan's eyes, for the first time using a severe tone to tell her: "This is the last time you touch my things. Return my skirt immediately, and go get back my gold medal too. I don't want them to know that nothing will happen, just like that fake piano incident, and you even stole my stuff."

  That word "steal" made Shu Lan almost jump in shock, her eyes wide with incredulity: "We're sisters, how could we use the word 'steal'! It's too chilling for me."

  Sister...

  There was a moment when Meng Ting wanted to slap her hard. She had once cherished these two words more than anything, but she disfigured herself to save Shu Lan, yet Shu Lan let her die on the slide.

  Meng Ting closed her eyes and then opened them again, calmly saying: "We're not sisters, we won't be in this lifetime either. Either you give it to me or I'll go over there myself to make things clear."

  Shulan saw that she was being neither soft nor hard to persuade, and finally knew that Meng Ting was serious. But two months ago, Meng Ting had been eager to give her everything good, so why was he now treating her with a coldness greater than that of a stranger?

  She certainly couldn't let Jiang Ren and them know the truth. Piano pieces, dances, skirts, these all belonged to Meng Ting.

  "She angrily said: 'Just return it and that's all, don't regret it later. I won't acknowledge this sister of mine anymore.'"

  Meng Ting didn't say a word, he just quietly looked at her, making Shu Lan feel a bit guilty.

  Shulan ran into the outside bathroom and came out with a change of clothes after a while. When she handed the skirt to Meng Ting, Meng Ting held it in her arms lovingly.

  "Really filial, huh? Your mom died right in front of you because of this, and now you're thinking of dancing again?"

  The sentence made Meng Ting's fingers tremble slightly.

  She clutched her skirt tightly and rarely got angry: "Just take care of yourself."

  She took the lead in hugging that skirt and walked out. He Junming saw her, excitedly waving his hand: "Meng Ting, come here."

  Jiang Ren also came back, sitting on the single sofa over there, and then raised his eyes to look at her. His gaze swept lightly across the skirt in her hand, and he couldn't help but curve his lips: "What's that thing?"

  That skirt looks great.

  When Shulan arrived, it almost caught everyone's attention.

  Jiang Ren always saw Meng Ting with a big and heavy backpack, wearing her school uniform quietly. Like a well-behaved student going home after school.

  This thing is actually hers?

  Meng's heart skipped a beat.

  She had just gotten angry and almost forgot that Jiang Ren was still here.

  She shook her head: "No." Then added in a low voice, "It's borrowed, and it needs to be returned."

  As soon as this was said, Shulan felt both relieved and her face burning with anger.

  Those girls just covered their mouths and laughed: "Ah, what was it that someone said earlier? The one-of-a-kind Gao Ding, turns out it's borrowed!"

  "You can't even see yourself clearly, yet you really think you're so great."

  Shulan clenched her fists tightly.

  Meng Ting also heard it. If it were in the past, she would have been heartbroken for her sister.

  However, now she can only say Shulan is reaping what she has sown.

  Jiang Ren leaned against the sofa: "What about this one?"

  In his hand was that small gold medal. "What? Why would he give it back otherwise?"

  Shulan was afraid of being heard by Meng, and hastily said: "Jiang Ren, that's mine, give it to me, can I?"

  "Scram, it's mine once it's in my hands."

  He didn't look at Shulan either, but instead looked at Meng Ting: "Wanting is also possible, let's play a game, good student."

  Meng thought about that photo and knew she had to get it back. She was a bit afraid of him: "What game?"

  He casually picked up a pair of dice from the black coffee table, threw one into the dice cup: "Guess big or small, 123 is small, 456 is big. If you guess correctly, I'll give it to you. If you lose...". He smiled with a few points of awkwardness, "Buy an old man breakfast for a week, do you want to bet?"

  He Junming's heart was filled with a burst of anger. Everything else was fine, but Nian Ge was too shameless.

  That die, Jiang Ren thought, would land on whatever number it was shaken into being.

  Meng Jia will definitely lose without a doubt.

  Fang Tan also held back his laughter, waiting to see the joke.

  Meng Ting and they think differently, if not gamble, then a lifetime will not be taken back. A die is six, guessing big or small. The odds of winning or losing are 50-50. This kind of thing that depends on luck has a certain probability.

  Her tone was soft and hesitant: "Little."

  The river Jiang's careless waves rippled, and the corners of her lips curved slightly upwards.

  He didn't look but knew it was a 6 inside.

  She clutched a skirt and looked at his palm with a serious and tense expression.

  Her hair was a warm orange-yellow color, making her hair look soft and silky. She had never focused her gaze on him like this before.

  Jiang Ren's movements came to a halt.

  Is this thing important to her? She obviously dislikes him, yet she's willing to make such a deal.

  Meng Ting.

  "Hmm?" Her gaze shifted to his face, with a soft and gentle tone.

  "Come and uncover it yourself."

  She was a bit nervous, her jade-white hand placed on the dice cup. Jiang Ren felt the warmth of her approaching in that instant, the warm fragrance of November, a temperature that seemed to burn everything.

  The moment when the dice cup is lifted.

  She couldn't help but open her eyes wide and then looked at him with delight: "You lost."

  He smiled wryly: "Yeah, I lost."

  The first time he saw her smile, although he could only see the upturned corners of her lips, there was a sweet taste that reached his heart, damn it's pure.

  On the white dice, a bright red 1 is on top.

  Jiang Ren gave her that small golden plaque.

  She put it in her school uniform. Meng Ting had never lost a bet with anyone, she let out a breath of relief, fortunately she won and got the thing back, and she should go home too.

  Waiting for her figure to disappear completely at the gate of Anhai Court, He Junming and his group were still in a daze.

  Damn it!

  No way! How can it be just one?!

  He Junming suspected he hadn't woken up yet and after a while asked: "Ning Ge, how did we lose?"

  Jiang Ren leaned against the sofa, his chest still sore and soft from her collision. He said casually: "Lost is lost, what reason can there be."

  ~

  Wednesday was the day for Meng Ting's eye re-examination.

  At noon, Shu's father couldn't come back, so he thought for a moment and let Shu Yang and Meng Ting go together.

  In these two years, either Shu Baba accompanied Meng Ting to go, or occasionally when Shu Lan had a request for Meng Ting, she would also follow along.

  However, the atmosphere between the two daughters was clearly not right last night. Shu's father thought they were sulking and had no choice but to call Shu Yang to accompany her sister together.

  School is over at noon.

  Shu Yang waited for Meng Ting at the school gate: "Let's go."

  He rarely speaks and has an ordinary appearance, with a pair of dark eyes, and his personality is particularly gloomy. The two of them were the top students in their respective classes, but no one had ever thought they knew each other.

  Meng Ting didn't know how to get along with his younger brother, shook his head: "I can go by myself."

  Shu Yang didn't even look at her, his eyes fixed on the fallen leaves of the campus paulownia tree: "Dad called."

  It means that if it weren't for Shu Dad's repeated reminders, he wouldn't be willing to go. If he didn't go, the task wouldn't be completed either. Meng's face turned slightly red with a hint of embarrassment: "Sorry about that."

  "Uh-huh."

  The city hospital is a bit far from school.

  That year, the bus to the hospital had a frequency of one hour, and when the No. 31 bus finally came slowly.

  Meng Ting got on first, followed by Shu Yang. The crowded crowd almost bumped into her, and he blocked them with his arm.

  Before getting on the bus, he looked back.

  A silver-haired youth wearing a red jersey gazed at them with an expressionless face.

  Shu Yang furrowed his brow and sat down in his seat.

  He Junming peeked out and looked, as if he had discovered a new continent: "Just now that was Meng Ting, I'll go to her and that boy..." He chuckled, "Good students are also early? Doesn't she have some eye problems? The taste of that boy from No. 7 Middle School is so unique..."

  He hadn't finished speaking when he saw Nige suddenly come back to his senses and dash towards the bus.

  At this age, the young man has strong and slender legs.

  They had just finished playing ball, and Jiang Ren was still wearing his soccer jersey and shorts in the already somewhat chilly November.

  His calf muscles were solid, and his silver hair was covered in sweat.

  He almost ran to the bus station with a reckless abandon.

  However, Licheng Vocational High School is a bit far from the bus station.

  He ran over there just as the bus was leaving.

  Jiang Ren's eyes were pitch black, and he picked up a stone from the grass on the side of the road. Almost without hesitation, he smashed it onto the car body, the young man's arm strength was astonishing, making a dull "thud" sound.

  Everyone on the bus was startled.

  The driver turned back from the window and scolded loudly.

  Swearing very dirty.

  However, the boy's eyes were pitch black and cold, staring unwaveringly.

  Meng Ting also turned her head back.

  She saw him at a glance.

  In early winter, his red jersey was like fire, and in his eyes was a fierce anger that burned everything. His jaw muscles bulged, and the blue veins on his sturdy arms throbbed with each beat.

  He Junming was shocked and patted Fang Tan's shoulder, stuttering: "Tanzi, what to do?"

  Fang Tan was also stunned.

  They all knew that they had been at Licheng Vocational High School for two months.

  This is... Jiang Ren's first episode of illness.

  Regret?

  Meng Ting glanced around with pained eyes, they were in a very dark place, the music from the front desk echoed to the back and became a very vague melody. Meng Ting lowered her head to look at her own hands, her pale and slender hands were beautiful and delicate under the dim light, completely without the hideous scars after the burn, she couldn't help but be distracted.

  Shulan saw that she was not feeling well, and her heart skipped a beat. She feared that she had discovered something, so she lowered her voice: "Sister, this is a very important assessment. If we don't pass, what if Dad finds out about the illness..."

  Meng turned his head to look at her, she wanted to ask Shulan: Why did you loosen that rope and let yourself die in the landslide?

  She knew she was already dead. However, after the terrible weightlessness, when she opened her eyes again, she returned to five years ago. The Shulan in front of her was tender and the scene was very familiar. Meng Ting remembered this matter, that year she was in high school, and Shulan had asked for her help with the art exam.

  Shulan said that if she didn't, she would be looked down upon at school in the future. Shulan had only learned piano for two years and didn't have much talent, at most she was a mediocre player. Mengting was worn out by her for a long time, considering Shu's father's health, finally agreed to help his sister this one time.

  Perhaps it was her first time doing something bad, but from then on, her life took a turn for the worse.

  After being dug out as a substitute for Li, her schoolmates looked at her with subtle eyes.

  Two months later, her eyes recovered and Meng Ting suddenly became the school flower of No. 7 Middle School. Her eyes had not seen daylight for three years, and everyone thought she was blind. However, such beauty burst out without reservation this year, causing many male students in the school to be unable to move when they saw her walk by.

  Meng Ting was burned and disfigured while saving Shu Lan, then Shu's father met with misfortune, he himself was ostracized by his relatives, and finally died tragically in a landslide.

  At this moment, Shu Lan whispered in front of her eyes: "Sister, I guarantee that this is a daily assessment and not a ranking score. It won't affect other classmates, and I don't want to be looked down upon by others for three years in high school. Our family was originally poor because of his eyes..." She suddenly stopped and looked at Meng Li with trepidation.

  Meng Ting's heart trembled slightly, and in an instant, she understood her meaning - for the sake of treating his eyes, their family was now so struggling.

  But what's funny is that Shulan's tuition for this school is also exorbitantly high.

  Moreover, Meng Ting knew that Shu Lan was deceiving herself once again.

  What kind of art exam is this, it's clearly for Jiang Ren down there. This year, Jiang Ren made a mistake and was expelled from the Jiang family to study at Li Cai High School, and all the girls in the grade were preparing to please him.

  At the school's talent show, Shulan signed up to save face, but only realized at the last minute that her own talent wasn't good enough, so she asked Meng Li to substitute for her.

  In H City, there is no one who doesn't know the Jiang family.

  The Jiang family has been a prominent clan for centuries, and in this coastal city, nearly half of the real estate is under their name. The newly launched seaside villas are also part of the Jiang family's property portfolio. No one knows what mistake Jiang Ren made, but even if he had committed murder or arson, someone with his wealth might only encounter such a situation once in a lifetime. As the sole heir to the Jiang family fortune, everyone knew that Jiang Ren was not an easy person to get along with, yet people still fawned all over him.

  Shulan is no exception.

  Shulan didn't know where she got the news from, but she knew that Old General Jiang still had feelings for his late wife. General Jiang's mother was a true noble lady, talented and elegant, cold as snow. Even though she died many years ago, Old General Jiang never remarried.

  Shulan decided to use her talent to win over Jiang Ren.

  Meng Ting only felt dizzy and confused, and after a while, she was both grateful and at a loss. Without saying anything else, at this moment, facing her white-eyed wolf sister in front of her, Meng Ting didn't know how to deal with her.

  And what about Jiang Ren?

  She remembered Jiang Ren who had climbed over the wall in his previous life to see her, chasing after a bus for three kilometers just to get her to turn around and look at him.

  Everyone knows that Jiang Ren has a violent temper and can't control his anger. But Meng Ting also knew that his emotions were almost pathologically obsessive. She didn't want to have anything to do with him for the rest of her life, and in her memory, he killed someone a few years later.

  Can't afford to mess with this kind of person, can't even hide?