Lucas Reed and I were the laughing stock couple of the upper class. For his "white moonlight" first love, he chased her high-speed train in a rage, got into a car accident, and lost the use of his legs. I had a secret crush on my childhood friend for ten years but never dared to confess. After getting married, we hated each other with a passion every day. I mocked him: "Can't even stand up, and you want to chase a girl like others?" He sneered back: "Who's like someone, too scared to even confess." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in high school. This time, I gathered my courage to confess to my childhood friend. That night, the boy with perfectly healthy legs pinned me against the wall with red eyes: "You really want to be with him? Do you think I'm dead?" 1 Scrolling through TikTok, I saw a video of an innocent high school hunk confessing to his childhood sweetheart in public. I excitedly hugged my tablet, howling and liking the video. "Boohoo, childhood sweethearts are the best!" "When I'm 19, I want a relationship like this too!" Lucas Reed, sitting in a wheelchair, closed his file and rubbed his brow irritably. "Samantha Jones, can you keep it down?" As if thinking of something, he scoffed lightly: "Back then you didn't even dare to confess. You can't date sh*t." My hand scrolling the video paused abruptly, my nose tingling with sourness. Since I was little, I had a secret crush on my childhood friend Michael. But I was too afraid that after a failed confession, we wouldn't even be friends anymore. Until five years ago, Michael left without saying goodbye to develop his career abroad. Also because my family went bankrupt, I accidentally married Lucas, who already had a "white moonlight" in his heart. Thus, ten years of secret love came to nothing. The more I thought about it, the sadder I got. I got up to go back to the bedroom to sleep. Passing by Lucas, the more I thought, the angrier I got. Couldn't help but kick his wheelchair lightly: "Who's like someone insisting on chasing a girl like others, now can't even stand up." "You!" Lucas's face turned livid instantly. In the three years of marriage with Lucas, except for in bed, we couldn't stand the sight of each other. Leaving him speechless, my mood instantly smoothed out. Even sleeping felt more pleasant. 2 Don't know how long I slept, my arm seemed to be gently bumped by someone. I frowned, tone annoyed: "Lucas, stop tormenting me tonight, okay?" Suddenly, bursts of laughter came to my ears. "Hahaha Samantha Jones is confused from sleeping in class." "Seems the rumor on the school forum is true, she really likes the academic god Lucas Reed like crazy." "Yeah, crying like that a few days ago, and talking nonsense today." Class? School forum? What the hell? I opened my eyes in a daze, only to see Lucas wearing a school uniform. His fair face was tinged with a flush. It wasn't until the moment I was thrown out of the classroom by the teacher to stand as punishment that I vaguely realized. I seem to have effortlessly... time-traveled? Traveled back to my student days ten years ago. The setting sun was blood-red on the horizon, and the sound of reading aloud filled the classroom. Through the window glass, I looked at the healthy legs under Lucas's desk. And the clean white shoes with peeling glue on his feet. Who would have thought, this impoverished, quiet boy. Would become the decisive, number one figure in the business world in the future. 3 The first thing after coming back is, of course, to happily hug the golden thigh (suck up to the powerful)~ Even if I can't hug the thigh, getting some favorability points is fine. At lunch in the cafeteria, I sat directly opposite Lucas. The boy raised his dark eyes and met my gaze. "Something?" I took out my phone, opened the school forum, and found a post. Pushed it in front of Lucas. "School belle Vivian blocks the road to confess to academic god Lucas Reed. Samantha Jones suspected of being broken-hearted, crying half to death on the lawn next to them." The comment section of the post had hundreds of replies. In the morning, memories of high school became clearer and clearer in my mind. The first thing I remembered was this inexplicable post. Don't know which wicked alum had such a big brain to come up with the title. With such rich imagination, why not write novels? During that time, the pressure of senior year was high. After school, I went to feed stray cats behind the teaching building. Over time, it went from being wary at first to actively rubbing against my pant leg. Later, that cat was poisoned to death. While burying it, I couldn't help but cry loudly. Completely didn't notice someone confessing deeply nearby. The girl confessing was my nemesis, Lucas's lifelong white moonlight: Vivian. After marrying Lucas, I heard from his personal assistant that Lucas got into a car accident chasing a high-speed train when he learned Vivian was going abroad to get married. Even when he fell into a coma, he was shouting two words. "Vivi." But I know Vivian best. She has an innocent face but loves to see poor students get jealous over her the most. In private, she even said in front of all her friends: "Watching poor people like them fall for me step by step gives me an indescribable sense of accomplishment." ... After explaining the forum incident, my mouth was dry. I picked up the mineral water on the table and took a sip. Lucas remained expressionless, couldn't tell if he believed me or not. After a long time, he said indifferently: "Oh." "You drank my water." Me: "......" 4 Lucas was very short of money. And what I had most on me was money. I hired him with a high salary to tutor me after school. Avoiding Vivian deliberately every day. This time, I didn't want to see Lucas break his legs again. Just because after marrying him, even though he didn't love me and often bickered with me, he never treated me badly. Knowing I married him just to save my dad's company from bankruptcy, he still agreed immediately. After arriving at the library, Lucas seemed a bit uncomfortable. His long eyelashes drooped lazily, slender fingertips gently rubbing his brow. I opened the book and asked gossipy: "Do you like the girl who confessed to you that day?" Lucas lowered his eyes, emotions unreadable. "Why ask this?" I shook my head and opened my pencil case. "Nothing, just wanted to tell you." "No matter how much you like her, you must put your own safety first in the future." Consider it advice to Lucas. Lucas's black eyes were calm, seemingly not understanding what I wanted to say. At this moment, somehow, a feeling of despicability rose in my heart. Maybe in my eyes, Vivian wasn't a good person. But what if in Lucas's heart, Vivian was worth everything? The atmosphere was a bit awkward, I pointed randomly at a physics problem. "Let's not talk nonsense." "I don't know this problem, can you explain it to me?" Lucas picked up a pen, glanced at the question, and started writing on the scratch paper. Patiently explaining the formulas needed for each step. Snow was falling outside the window, and the knuckles of his hand holding the pen were frozen red. Several chilblains grew on his slender and beautiful hands. "Okay okay, I understand." I quickly snatched the pen from his hand and stuffed a hand warmer into Lucas's arms. He was stunned. After recovering, he only dared to put his hands on the outer layer for warmth. Was Lucas this obedient in his youth? Then the chatty Lucas I married must be fake, right? After finishing one, I pointed randomly at another problem in the book. "I don't know this physics problem either, Lucas, help me look at it." Lucas picked up the pen and asked casually while explaining: "Didn't you say you hate physics the most?" After speaking, he seemed to feel it was inappropriate, and added "Heard you complaining to friends every day". I lowered my eyes. "I want to test into a university abroad, to find a friend." The pen of the person opposite stopped abruptly, knuckles turning white. Lucas frowned, his expression suddenly turned cold. He put down the pen, voice cold: "I can't do the rest." Me: ??? Liar, I just saw him finish this problem in three minutes. And you are an academic god. Are you kidding!! Just like ten years later, Lucas's temper always comes out of nowhere. I never understood him. The atmosphere was a bit cold, my phone on the table suddenly rang twice. It was a message from Michael. "Sam, I'm returning to the States the day after tomorrow." "Come pick me up, okay?" 5 Michael returned this time to attend the school's outstanding graduate speech by invitation. More than half of the students in the school were present. I sat in the front row, looking at the focal figure on the stage. The girls beside me were discussing in whispers. "Senior Michael is so handsome, wonder if he has a girlfriend." "Don't even think about it, heard the girls Michael rejected could line up from here to France." "He's so handsome, who can resist being moved." "......" I liked Michael too, just like most girls' first awakening of love. Since I can remember, Michael was the most dazzling of all my playmates. Study, looks, family background, character, he was top-notch in everything. Almost all the girls I knew had confessed to him. The clearest memory was when a girl among our playmates confessed to Michael in public. Michael leaned back on the sofa irritably, hooking his arm around my neck. "You all approach me with impure motives, huh?" "Seems only our Sam truly treats me as a brother." I sipped my juice, lowering my head guiltily. Actually... I was the one with the most impure motives, just dared not confess because of timidity. Looking at that girl's sad expression, I only felt more heartache. Failed confession meant losing the qualification to even be friends. "......" Bursts of applause pulled me back to reality abruptly, the speech ended. 6 Michael walked towards me. "Talked for half a day, starving to death." Michael and I went to the cafeteria together. While eating, many people looked at our table. I hated this kind of scrutinizing gaze. Even clearing the tray was watched back and forth. Walking out of the restaurant, I muttered a small complaint. "Too many people like you, everywhere feels like a gorilla in a zoo." Although the voice was small, it was still caught by Michael. He suddenly asked me: "What about Sam, do you like me?" I looked up in disbelief, meeting Michael's smiling eyes. Such a direct gaze made me involuntarily generate an illusion. Could he... also like me? Just this distraction, I forgot I was going down the stairs. Foot slipped, fell hard towards the ground.
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