The youth’s lips twitched into a slight smirk as he suddenly took her hand and walked off, tugging the very arm that was injured. Her face turned pale with pain in an instant. Sensing that something was off, the youth released her hand and circled around to hold her other one. His palms were broad and warm, perhaps from playing basketball all year round. They had developed rough calluses that chafed against her delicate skin, producing a tingling and mildly painful sensation. At that moment, she did not realize that for someone with a severe case of germophobia to hold hands with a stranger they had just met meant something significantly different. Perhaps destiny had already planted its seeds with this very encounter. All of a sudden, he pulled her into a run, moving against the noisy crowd. The cool breeze of early autumn caressed their cheeks, and leaves spun leisurely in the air. As he led her down the tree-lined avenue of the campus, sunlight trickled through the gaps in the leaves to dapple his face, framing the most stunning and moving scene of that time. She stared in a daze, inadvertently causing her heart to flutter. In the infirmary, the doctor examined his head and recommended that he would be better off getting an X-ray at a major hospital. The youth smiled proudly and said, "I injured myself trying to save you, so you’re responsible for me." At that moment, her only thought was that she had been saddled with a huge trouble. "Let’s go. We’ll head to the big hospital. I won’t shirk the responsibilities that are mine to bear." The youth looked at her swollen arm and scoffed, "We should probably get your arm bandaged first. It’s already swollen up. Dummy, don’t you know when you’re hurt?" After the doctor bandaged her arm, she sat on a bench beside the window, basking in the sunlight that filtered in from outside, showering her entire being. The girl was bathed in the warm sunlight, appearing unbelievably comforting and lovely. Suddenly, he closed in on her, his handsome face looming large before her eyes. Their noses almost touched, making her jump in surprise and nearly tumble off the chair, but the youth quickly caught her by the waist with his hands. A pair of dark eyes bore into hers, making her heartbeat accelerate... "Have I seen you somewhere before?" Doubt and scrutiny colored his gaze as his rough fingertips traced her features. Where did this familiarity come from? Her heart nearly stopped, but in an instant, it calmed and, smiling, she said, "Is this your way of hitting on girls? It seems a bit cliché." The youth cocked his head, as if carefully recalling something. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs N0velFire.ɴet "No, I must have seen you somewhere. What is your name?" She lowered her eyelashes slightly, hardly daring to look into those bright, compelling eyes. "Maybe I used to know you, but I had a car accident three years ago and lost my memory," she said calmly and distantly, stepping out of his embrace to stand a step away, clearly keeping her distance from him. The youth narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly laughed. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his demeanor confident and exuberant, "Amnesia, huh? Well then, I’ll make you remember me, bit by bit." From then on, she was dogged by his presence. After that, a peculiar sight emerged on campus, where the National School Hunk, a mayor’s son who was usually indifferent to girls, was seen day after day following one girl around, purportedly to collect a debt. But considering what he did—any boy who tried to confess to the girl would find himself on the receiving end of his fist—it was clear he was acting more like a guardian than a debt collector. This caused all the girls in school to be green with envy, and they despised that girl to the point where their teeth itched. Yet with the young god trailing her relentlessly, none could find the chance to start trouble. Ji Yunya, that name, became thoroughly famous at the school. In classroom A of the first-year high section, a middle-aged male teacher was writing formulas on the blackboard. In the third row by the window, a beautiful girl was propping her cheek with one hand, twirling a pen in the other, gazing out at the sports field, lost in her thoughts. A year had passed, and he finally confessed to her on her birthday, the previous night. "Ji Yunya, be my girlfriend," he said. In the plaza, surrounded by a giant heart made of flowers, he stood in the center, beaming with confidence, as if certain she would agree. But she just turned and ran at that very moment. "Ji Yunya, stop right there," he chased after her, catching up with his long strides. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a corner, saying coldly, "Why are you running? Too overwhelmed, huh?" "Let me go," she pushed him forcefully, her face turning pale as she gasped for air. "I am not going to be your girlfriend," she stated coldly. The youth’s eyes narrowed, "What do you mean by that?"