Old story

Years did not leave too many traces here, the gate is still solemn and simple, both sides of the French sycamore tree lush, adding a few points of tranquility and solemnity for this school.

Sunlight through the gaps in the leaves, spilling a patchy light, as if telling the story of past youth.

At that moment, the sound of a bell rang from far to near, like the most melodious melody in the morning sun, penetrating Percy Spencer's heart.

It was a bicycle, and although the body was mottled, with slight rust hanging from the chain, every part seemed to tell its story -

The bike that had been his most loyal companion on his year-long journey to school.

"Helen ..."

Percy Spencer murmured, his voice full of mixed emotions.

There was nostalgia, heartache, and despair.

He jerked his head up and looked in the direction the bell had come from, only to see the familiar figure riding the old bike, slowly approaching.

The woman on the bike was the love of his life, the one he held in his heart day and night, and who had died because of him.

At this moment, Percy Spencer how much he wanted to rush forward regardless of everything, tightly embrace the person who makes his soul haunting, tell her all his thoughts and remorse.

And yet.

An unspeakable force bound him, making him realize that he couldn't even control his words and actions, like a bystander who could only watch the bike carrying the past slowly pass by, leaving behind only a string of crisp bells.

This feeling of powerlessness made Percy Spencer's heart sink into an endless abyss.

He realized that perhaps this was just an untouchable dream.

A regret that could never be repaired.

The sunlight slanted over the campus boulevard.

In the dappled light.

He stepped steadily forward, as if reappearing across time and space, and once again stepped in front of Helen Jones.

The breeze was light, and the air was filled with the unique vigor and indolence of youth.

Helen Jones playfully bit a colorful lollipop.

The corners of her mouth hung with an unintentional smile, until the upright figure blocked her way.

Raising her eyes, she was greeted by a handsome and heartwarming boy.

His appearance was as gentle as a ray of morning sunshine, but it also caused Helen Jones' cheeks to blush with the characteristic blush of a young girl.

Before this, although she boasted that she had seen a lot of things, she had never met a man who could make her heart beat faster.

"What, is it hard to see that I'm so pretty that I want to go on an impromptu date with you?"

She pretended to be relaxed, with a few hints of provocation between her words.

Trying to hide the sudden shyness.

The sea of Percy Spencer's heart rippled, how he wished he could respond to her in this moment with a smile as warm as the spring breeze.

But her body was not listening to her, as if she was bound by past memories, her expression was still as cold and firm as it was back then.

"First of all, your dress code is not in line with the school rules, you are not wearing a school uniform; secondly, the school has a clear rule that any snacks are forbidden to be carried on the campus within a week before the start of the school year; furthermore, your bike is dilapidated and worn out, I would suggest that you replace it with a new one, our school does not allow the existence of any items that detracts from the aesthetics of the environment."

The anger in Helen Jones' eyes was instantly ignited by this sudden accusation, and she was too outspoken to be subjected to such constraints.

Immediately and unceremoniously retaliated, "You! Simply unbelievable, you and your whole family is a pile of garbage!"

The vehemence of the words caused the surrounding students to look sideways.

However.

Percy Spencer's face was still as calm as an ancient well.

It was as if none of the storms in the outside world could stir a single ripple in his heart:

"Also, your words and behavior have violated school discipline, what awaits you will be severe disciplinary action, and may even lead directly to expulsion.

Lastly, according to the school's tradition, each student is required to prepare their own luggage needed for daily life, and you have obviously failed to do so, do you expect the school to provide you with everything unconditionally?"

Although his voice was cold, it also exuded a kind of unquestionable majesty that made people have to face it squarely.

The barrage of criticism was like a summer shower, freezing the air around them for a few moments as all eyes focused on the confrontation between the young boy and girl.Helen Jones felt her arm being tugged tightly by Percy Spencer with such force that she stumbled a few steps, following his imperious stride all the way through the stares of stunned classmates in the corridor, and was eventually led to the cold, hard door of the disciplinary room.

The air inside the door felt like it was frozen, carrying a sense of foreboding.

A silent struggle was in full swing inside Percy Spencer's mind.

He clenched his teeth, his mind was in turmoil, and every footstep seemed to tread on his reason and his emotions.

He silently prayed that he could stop this near-cruelty, telling himself that none of this was the outcome he wanted.

But something drove him onward until he had placed both of them within this cold space.

Rain, falling silently on the city, added a bit of poignancy to this reenactment of history.

Percy Spencer stepped out of the school building as the rain poured down in front of him like a dike.

Each drop hit him hard, striking a striking resemblance to that fateful night so many years ago.

That night, it was also such a heavy rain that tied the fates of the two together.

Just then, from the steps of the school building came the sound of hurried and slightly panicked footsteps, accompanied by the crisp clatter of metal heels against the ground.

He looked up and saw a petite, baby-faced girl hurrying down the stairs, none other than Helen Jones.

The rain blurred her vision, but it couldn't stop the determination and supplication in her eyes.

She stood in front of him, her breath slightly unsteady, her voice with a hint of trembling, the tears shining in her eyes like an accusation of this injustice.

"Hok, senior ..."

Her apology carried helplessness and pleading, and those clear eyes were filled with desire for the future and helplessness for the current situation.

Rainwater slid down the umbrella in her hand, just like her mood at this moment, complicated and heavy.

Percy Spencer's heartstrings were deeply touched, and an emotion surged in his chest.

He had never expected that behind this seemingly ordinary girl, there were many secrets that he did not know, such as her real identity was actually transformed by Lisbeth Dawson through the art of disguise.

This discovery was like a bolt from the blue, making it difficult for him to accept for a while.

However. Even though waves were raging in his heart, Percy Spencer's surface still maintained that unique indifference and condescension.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a faint smile that contained both memories of the past and a helpless response to the current situation.

"It's not impossible to forgive you," he said slowly, with a provocative tone in his voice, "but you have to promise me one condition. Tonight, Wind Hotel, room 888, no see you there."

Helen Jones sniffed and her face changed slightly, a flash of dismay and incomprehension flashed in her eyes.

She hadn't anticipated that the conditions proposed by the other party would be so direct and challenging.

Wind Hotel, a world-renowned symbol of top-notch luxury, its Room 888 was like a mythological existence, the most prestigious, the only one of its kind, a place where many socialites would rush to enjoy.

The fact that Percy Spencer could have the right to use that room undoubtedly revealed his extraordinary identity and strength.

She gazed at Percy Spencer in a daze, her heart filled with mixed feelings.