After the new transfer student arrived, Jiang Zhao's attention slowly shifted to her. He condoned her tearing my dance costume and even gave her the bracelet I had traveled halfway across the world to acquire. He even threw a ball at me, all for her sake. "She liked it, so I gave it to her," he told me. "Song Qiaoqiao, do you have any more questions?" Later, as graduation approached, I secretly changed my future plans. He panicked then, like a child left behind. But I merely smiled, pushing his hand away. "Go back to her," I said. "Your future won't include me."