The one on the other end seemed to want to say something, but I hung up the phone directly.
I sat back in the chair weakly and closed my eyes. Suddenly, I recalled the scene when Easton had confessed to me.
Easton was a senior student who was famous on campus.
Another famous person was his childhood sweetheart, Alana, a fallen girl from a rich family.
Classmates deemed them a perfect match.
If I didn't know him, maybe I would think the same as others.
The year we graduated from high school, he suddenly came to my house.
We stood under a huge tree in the shade. He said to me, "Giana, let's go to the same university."
"My school is not bad."
Indeed, the Yord University he attended was a dream school for many people.
However, based on my scores, I was confident that I could be admitted into Yord University.
So I nodded at him. With a guess in my heart, I asked tentatively, "Why do you want me to go to the same university as you so eagerly?"
A gust of wind suddenly blew. He took a step forward to shield me.
"Because I like you."
With the wind, I could smell a burst of fragrance on him.
Even though it wasn't hot, my face quietly turned red.