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Zhu Hui ran out of Yang Qianfan's apartment, feeling like a severely ill patient just waking from anesthesia, her mind foggy as she wandered aimlessly down the street. She didn’t want to go home, so she headed to a nearby park and found a clean bench to sit on. With vacant eyes, she stared at the cars rushing by on the road, lost in a daze, completely oblivious to everything around her.
At that moment, the weather turned cruel; a sudden gust of wind swept through, and rain began to pour. The raindrops, propelled by the wind, united into a line that glinted coldly like blades, mercilessly slicing against Zhu Hui's unresponsive body. Passersby with umbrellas glanced at her curiously as they walked by, speculating about what kind of blow this poor girl had suffered to be in such a pitiful state.
The rain finally eased by dusk. When Zhu Hui returned home, she ignored everyone, refusing to eat or bathe, collapsing into bed and sleeping until the next morning. It wasn’t until Zhu Grandma saw her still in bed that she angrily pulled back the covers and yanked her up. Only then did Zhu Hui groggily open her eyes, as if awakening from a faint, beginning to feel the deep, piercing pain within her. Memories of everything that had happened the previous day flooded back like a nightmare she couldn’t bear to revisit.
After getting out of bed, she brushed her teeth while crying. In all her life, she had never felt as heartbroken as she did now. She regretted not heeding her friend Tang Hui's advice and believing the smooth-talking rogue Yang Qianfan, which had led to her disgrace. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, directing all her blame toward that cursed Couple Watch. In a fit of rage, she dashed back to her room and retrieved the women's Couple Watch from her bedside. Just as she raised it to throw it out the window, hesitation struck her; she thought, "It would be such a waste to toss this expensive watch away! I’ll just keep it for now and sell it cheaply at the school flea market when it opens again. At least I can recover some of my costs and not lose everything." However, every time she saw it at home would remind her of her heartbreak. After some contemplation, she resolutely sealed the watch in a plastic bag and buried it in the pot of a cactus she had planted at home—a memorial for her painful first love.
With her backpack slung over one shoulder, Zhu Hui trudged to school with little enthusiasm. As soon as she entered the school gate, several girls on duty at the entrance spotted her and began whispering among themselves while pointing at her as if they had seen an alien. Zhu Hui felt a jolt of fear; could yesterday's events have spread so quickly? Not daring to think further, she held her breath and quickened her pace toward the classroom building. Upon reaching the classroom door, hesitation gripped her; her heart raced as if it might explode from anxiety. Taking a deep breath, she cautiously pushed open the door and peeked inside to see if there was any unfavorable commotion directed at her. Fortunately, there were only a few students inside; it was unusually calm. To her relief, Liao Chengwei's seat remained empty as she had hoped. She let out a sigh of relief and boldly stepped into the classroom.
Throughout the morning's four classes, Zhu Hui remained restless; it felt like there was a ticking time bomb in her chest instead of a heart—ready to take her life at any moment. This unsettling feeling was akin to the ominous calm before an impending storm. Even when called upon by teachers to answer questions in class, she could only mumble incoherently without grasping what was being asked.
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