As soon as Ye Chen came in, his eyes dimly looked at the two familiar people who had their fingers intertwined and seemed to look very affectionate.
In an instant, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the eyes covered by his glasses were full of complexity.
Even if seven years had passed, the first thing he would see in the crowd was still her figure.
This kind of familiarity seemed to be carved into the bones; as long as there was Yue Ran, Ye Chen's eyes would never leave her.
But that person in his eyes and heart just turned her head and glanced at him, and then there was nothing else. It was as if the two were just complete strangers.
Ye Chen lowered his head and slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and a self-deprecating expression appeared on his face. He curled his hands slightly.
He should never forget how these two treated him back then.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, the class monitor also became anxious.
