Unwilling To Believe

"I didn't steal it..." An Feiran opened his mouth, his eyes slightly red.

He knew that as a boy, he shouldn't be so weak, but he had been embarrassed in front of so many people, including his crush.

"Ah!"

He stood up. His trousers were torn and his knees were scratched to the point where there was blood.

"Jingwan, are you okay? Is your skirt dirty? Honestly, An Feiran, are you blind? Can't you even walk properly?"

Song Jingwan's deskmate, An Ruoyao, glared at An Feiran as she pulled out a tissue to wipe Song Jingwan's skirt.

Coincidentally, Song Jingwan was sitting next to the aisle. So, An Feiran's soy milk had hit the ground and splashed all over her skirt.

"I..."

An Feiran was helpless. He clumsily came forward and said, "I'm sorry, Jingwan, I didn't mean to do it, someone tripped me..."

"Someone tripped you? Who? I don't see anyone?"