Nam Doha scribbled on his desk, lost in thought. Gu Yan hadn't come to 'play' with him, as he called it, for over a month. Ever since that girl came to the rooftop and saw Gu Yan beating him, Gu Yan's presence in his life had almost become nonexistent. If he recalled correctly, after the girl left, Gu Yan had a look of curiosity and left him bloodied on the floor. He had dragged himself to the infirmary, where the school doctor cursed Gu Yan as usual.
But ever since that day, it seemed like Gu Yan had forgotten him. Shrugging it off as a rare stroke of luck, Nam Doha decided not to think too much of it. After all, it was a good thing.