How much love and how little coldness does she have?

  The night is very quiet.

  Su Lin Sen walked out of the bathroom after finishing his bath, found a medicinal cream in the room lit by moonlight, and sat on a recliner to apply it to the wounds inflicted by He Shao Han.

  In his impression, He Xiao Han never hit him less, every time they fought, he was the one who lost.

  Later on, Yang Chenyu appeared. Every time He Shaohan was about to hit him, Yang Chenyu would walk in front of him with an extremely arrogant smile.

  Of course, He Shaohan also has Qian Mu and Liang Chen.

  The hatred between them seems to have originated from what he started...

  But... is it really all his fault?

  He quietly looked at the ointment in his hand, with a faint white mist at the bottom of his eyes, and his gaze began to be slightly blurred.

  Whenever he thought of what happened in school, he couldn't help but feel envious and jealous of He Shao Han.

  Why can Jin Ai Lian apologize to He Shao Han to such an extent, and even lower his head in front of so many people.

  How much does she love him after all...

  Thinking of this, a strong sense of sadness and regret spread throughout Su Lin Sen's body.

  How he wishes she could be like this for him one day...

  But... hopes are just hopes...

  After a long time, Su Lin Sen put down the ointment in his hand and stood up.

  The moonlight shrouded his slender figure, and in his black pupils, there was a deep sorrow.

  He slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, rummaging through his bag for that ungiven gift.

  A delicate white box with a beautiful four-leaf clover pattern on it.

  In the moonlight.

  Su Lin gently opened the box, inside which lay a white silver necklace in the shape of a four-leaf clover.