He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 275 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 25)

The two weren't walking very fast, which gave Wen Yan the opportunity to follow behind.

Wen Yan frowned slightly as she watched the two walk into a Western restaurant shoulder to shoulder; Zhou Yan didn't like Western food.

The two sat down by the window, where Wen Yan could see them, so she didn't rush into the restaurant and stood there observing for a while.

From her perspective, Zhou Yan actually sees things more clearly, or perhaps she only has eyes for Zhou Yan.

Separated by a window, Wen Yan felt that the person inside was a stranger. His face was tense as he methodically arranged his cutlery. A slice of steak was handed to him from across the room.

Wen Yan then noticed the man opposite her, who looked three-tenths like Zhou Yan, and whose infatuation was blatant.

My heart skipped a beat.

As if sensing something, Zhou Yan glanced out the window and saw Wen Yan's agitated and aggrieved face. She was very perceptive; everything was written on her face.

Zhou Yan panicked instantly and stood up very quickly. Zhou Xian tried to stop him, but Zhou Yan was too impatient to even give a perfunctory answer.

When Wen Yan rushed out of the restaurant, she was still standing there, head down, seemingly lost in thought. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zhou Yan running over, and her lips curled down.

Zhou Yan stopped in front of her, took her hand and started walking towards the school. Wen Yan was unwilling to cooperate, and after being pulled a few steps, Zhou Yan finally stopped.

Zhou Xian caught up.

He spoke casually, "Zhou Yan, this is... your childhood sweetheart?"

Zhou Yan stepped to the side, shielding Wen Yan behind him, his tall figure completely obscuring her.

Zhou Xian smiled and approached, creating a sense of confrontation. He wanted to touch Zhou Xian's face; his delicate brow bone and the cold, protective aura he possessed were all captivating and addictive.

He rubbed his fingers like a fool, then slowly stretched them out, only to be punched to the ground by Zhou Yan.

Despite this, his joy only intensified. He smiled broadly at Wen Yan, who had poked her head out.

Wen Yan rubbed the goosebumps on her arms, feeling utterly disgusted.

She turned to look at Zhou Yan, and the sinister look in his eyes sent a chill down her spine. To be honest, it was the first time she had ever seen Zhou Yan hit someone.

At this moment, Zhou Yan's hand came up and gently enveloped Wen Yan's slender, slightly open fingertips, leading her forward.

There was no skipping of school or explanation; my hand was held and wouldn't be let go until we reached the classroom door.

Wen Yan looked up at his calm and composed expression, only his slightly trembling voice revealing the pretense beneath his calm exterior.

He is grieving.

There was no time to think about how many people saw their clasped hands along the way, nor to think about how much of an impact Zhou Yan would have on her by tidying her stray hairs at the classroom door.

Wen Yan hugged him, her nose filled with Zhou Yan's scent, and her eyes inexplicably moistened.

The school bell rang, and Zhou Yan gave her a deep look, his dark eyes like unfathomable depths. He whispered, "Pay attention in class."

Then he patted her head and left.

Wen Yan sighed.

How could it become like this?

Sitting in her seat, her mind was filled with Zhou Yan's last look, his self-reproach, regret, and suppressed emotions making her restless and irritable.

She knew that Zhou Yan was hiding many things, and she also knew about her relationship with Zhou Xian.

She also knows many things that Zhou Yan thought she didn't know, but she can't tell him.

Wen Yan sighed helplessly, then lay down on the table, staring at the messy handwriting on the blackboard.

That gaze, so intense it seemed it could burn through her back, was suffocating.

Destroy everything, destroy it all.

As the college entrance examination approached, Zhou Yan seemed to sink into a slump, and the lights next door were always on late into the night.

Wen Yan was bored and noticed that the light was on next door. She rolled her eyes and thought of climbing over to take a look.

Just as she lifted her leg, a light metallic vibration traveled to the next room. Before Wen Yan could react, the balcony door snapped open.

Zhou Yan walked out, his tall figure blocking the light leaking from the doorway. His delicate face was hidden in the hazy moonlight, his eyes were surprisingly dark, yet his gaze was so intense.

Wen Yan bit her lip, her pale fingertips pinching the iron railing. One leg had already stepped into Zhou Yan's house, while the other leg was still dangling on her own balcony, half-turned over, completely stunned.

She originally wanted to turn over, but now she just wants to turn back.

Zhou Yan looked at the girl who was staring at him in a daze, his heart softened, and he placed his large hand on her calf, holding her leg. He pressed down on her skirt, which was swaying in the wind, and whispered, "Be careful."

Wen Yan was stunned and looked at the man who had somehow turned over and was now holding her leg and half-embracing her, her eyes glazed over.

The summer breeze was hot and dry, and her heartbeat was like raindrops falling from thick clouds, heavy and muffled, pounding one after another.

Zhou Yan's hands were very hot, and they tickled when they touched her skin. The heat seemed to want to equalize her body temperature with his.

Even though she had been turned over, his hand remained pressed against the hem of her skirt.

Wen Yan felt uncomfortable, so she tugged at him and leaned closer, saying, "Your hand burned my thigh."

Zhou Yan's brow twitched, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked down into her clear eyes, unconsciously taking a deep breath.

The most deadly seduction is when one is unaware of it.