Ning An took a sip of the red wine in the glass and thought of the past.

Back then, she was a good student and loved to study. When she drank too much, they caught her and asked questions because they were all curious about whether a top student like her had no emotions.

How could she not have emotions and desires? It’s just that she is not very good at expressing her inner emotions and doesn’t know who to express them to.

The girls in the dormitory played truth or dare together, and they all made an agreement that no matter what the secret was, only a few people in the dormitory knew it and were not allowed to spread it.

They asked Ning An if there was any boy he liked.

She was reluctant to say it at first, but if they didn't follow the rules of the game, they would be angry.

She said Song Shaoyan's name.

The other girls immediately started cheering and said "oh" meaningfully.

But at that time, people who liked Song Shaoyan were arranged from the south of the school to the north of the school, and they all thought Ning An was joking.

Ning An never thought that this love would last for so many years, and she never thought that she would marry Song Shaoyan.

A trance dream.

"By the way, An'an." Xiaoyue pushed her arm, "Do you still like Mr. Song now? I didn't know when I was in school, but later I found out that he is the prince of the Song family."

"I have long forgotten what he looks like." Ning An said lightly.

"Can you forget this?" Xiaoyue giggled and sighed again, "Oh, but it's a pity. I heard that the eldest son of Song died in an accident. It's a pity that he was so young and he wasn't married yet."

"It has nothing to do with us." Ning An raised his glass, "We drink our wine."

"Gossip, let's talk casually. I heard it from a girl in the dormitory next door. But there are so many versions of gossip that I can't tell which one is true and which one is false."

"No, some people say that Gu Huiyin worked with Mr. Song! Gu Huiyin, An'an, do you still remember? He was the one from our Foreign Languages ​​Department. He looked pretty good, but his family was too poor. What happened when he first came to school?

They can’t even afford it.”

"It's really possible to say that. She was very poor at first, but then she became very rich. Cosmetics are from brands we can't afford, and there are also Chanel and Bulgari bags!"

"Yes, yes, at that time some people said that her things were high imitations, but now that I think about it, that's not necessarily true."

"Does Mr. Song like her? It's impossible. Could it be that he went to a nightclub at night and was with some kind of financial sponsor?"

"Who knows, didn't she take a selfie with a group of people in the department last time? I heard people say she is from a wealthy family now."

"Oh, it's the upper class, so we can't get in touch with it."

The two women, Chengcheng and Xiaoyue, were very lively and gossiping all the time.

Ning An didn't speak and kept drinking. His cheeks soon became flushed and a blush appeared.

She is listening to them.

True or false, who knows.

She, the client, sometimes doubted whether her marriage to Song Shaoyan that year was true?

If it's true...why doesn't anyone know?

hehe……

Let the past go, she didn't even think of mentioning it again.

It’s not that there’s no courage, it’s that it’s meaningless.

Wishful giving is a tree that cannot bear flowers.

The falling flowers are intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless.
Chapter completed!