"What... What do you an..."
Lance, who had always spoken clearly, started to stutter at the mont.
He didn’t dare to believe what he had just heard!
Who did Yvette say she had fallen for?
For ten years!
Yvette felt a little embarrassed.
She was a shy person. No matter how crazy she was about a man, she would hide her feelings well.
If he had not risked his life to save her this ti and confessed to her affectionately that he used to like her...
She would keep this a secret forever.
"I like you..."
Yvette lowered her head and shyly clenched her fingers as she spoke.
"Lance, I’ve had a crush on you secretly for ten years."
"The person in my heart has never been anyone else."
At this mont, ti seed to have stopped.
Silence reigned over the room.
Yvette liked him...
And she had liked him for many years.
Lance forgot about his wound and suddenly wanted to sit up. Instantly, he was overwheld by pain.
He gasped in pain.
Yvette panicked and stretched out his hand to gently press him down. "Don’t move!"
"Does it hurt? Shall I need to call a doctor?"
Yvette looked concerned and nervous, but her hand was gripped by Lance.
"Yve..."
He had no ti to care about his wound now. His mind seed to have been bombarded. He was extrely shocked.
"Is the person you were crazy about really ..."
He was shocked and could not dare to believe it, afraid that all of this would be like a flash in the pan.
"Pinch . Am I really not dreaming?"
The man was incomparably excited. He held Yvette’s hand and was about to hurt himself.
"It’s true!"
Yvette was amused by Lance’s expression and actions.
However, she felt so happy at the sa ti!
She didn’t expect that Lance would be so lost and confusedly cute.
He was super cute!
Her voice was soft and sweet as she said, "Lance, I’ve fallen for you since a long, long ti ago!"
There had never been so many feelings shown on Lance’s face, including surprise and astonishnt.
"When ... exactly was it?"
Yvette thought of the past and looked a bit gloomy.
"Do you still rember I asked you if you had been to Pittsburgh before?"
"Yes."
Lance rembered that it was on the way back after visiting Phoebe with Yvette.
He thought about it carefully, but he still hadn’t been to Pittsburgh.
However, when Yvette ntioned it again, he could still guess a little. "Did you see there?"
Yvette nodded. "At that ti, I was studying at a high school in Pittsburgh. My grandmother didn’t have any inco, and my uncle was a good-for-nothing man. In order to reduce my grandmother’s burden, I studied so hard to gain scholarships.
The managent of the school was very nice to . They offered three years of scholarship and waived my tuition fees.
However, because of this, I was envied by so classmates. When I went back to my grandmother’s house on Friday, a few students stopped on the road. Although there were many of them, I didn’t show the white feather. Instead, I picked up a brick to fight them.
Yvette rembered this very clearly.
At that ti, there was only one thought in her mind.
It was that if she acted weakly this ti, she would be bullied again.
She must do her best to let them know she was not a pushover!
Her clothes were torn, and she stood in the cold wind, unwilling to yield.
She said to the bullies word by word, "If you hurt , I will not let go. I will tell the school about this. If the school can’t handle this, I will file a police file. Anyway, I will make you pay the price!"
Bullies would pick an easy target.
They felt that Yvette had no parents to back her. She only had a weak old grandmother and a good-for-nothing uncle. They couldn’t make waves.
Yet, Yvette also got it.
She knew that she could not rely on others, so she would rely on herself to defeat the bullies.
The girls were frightened by her and flinched.
When she left, a student was not convinced and deliberately kicked her schoolbag into the river.
The student even said with mockery, "Sorry, I didn’t see it. Your schoolbag was in the way."
In the schoolbag, there were newly got textbooks and a set of exercise books the teacher gave her and others didn’t want.
Other people did not care about these books, but they were very precious to her.
She rembered very clearly that a new set of exercise books would cost 12 dollars.
Back then, that sum of money was enough to support her life for a long ti.
It was quite a lot.
However, every student in the school had a set. The school staff also believed that Yvette had scholarships of more than 100 dollars every year. It was impossible that she couldn’t afford 12 dollars.
However, the school staff did not know that the scholarships that Phoebe had saved up for Yvette to go to university had all been stolen by Yvette’s uncle.
The school staff was really nice to her, and Yvette could no longer ask them for more.
Besides, for the stolen money, Phoebe blad herself and fell ill.
Later, before her body recovered, Phoebe went outside to pick up rubbish that other people didn’t want and sell it to save money bit by bit.
The teacher saw that Yvette didn’t buy the exercise books for a long ti and then gave her this set of exercise books that another student didn’t want last sester.
That student was bad at schoolwork, so the exercise books were mostly left blank.
Yvette was very happy. She intended to take them back to her grandmother and tell the latter there was no need to save money for that.
In the next year, she could still get a scholarship.
However, now, her hope was thrown into the river.
The exercise books that others could easily buy were like a hurdle to her.
Yvette did not hesitate. She rolled up her pants, took off her cotton jacket, and went into the water to get her schoolbag.
The water was very cold. For Yvette, who was 13 years old back then, it was really torture.
The bag was too heavy and sank to the bottom of the river. She had to reach out her hand again and again to finalize its location.
The river was a few feet deep and almost reached Yvette’s neck. She had no choice but to search for her schoolbag with a branch.
Finally, after searching for a long ti, she got the bag and struggled to pull it up.
Finally, the school bag was obtained.
Regardless of the sweater on her body and the fact that she was still barefoot, she opened the school bag.
However, she found that the exercise books had already been ruined from being soaked in the water.
The words on them were all blurred.
Even if the exercise books were dried, they couldn’t be used anyway.
Yvette was stunned on the spot, looking at the exercise books that were beyond recognition.
She stayed quiet for a while.
The exercise books ant a lot to her.
They represented the teacher’s expectation for her, the light for her to change her fate, and the other way out for hardworking people.
Yvette was very sensible at a young age.
She knew that her grandmother had done a lot for her. No matter how hard it was, she would endure it anyway.
Every day, she always stayed happy and never frowned.
However, at this mont, she could not help but burst into tears, even when she struggled to raise her head.
She worked really hard.
She did not understand.
Why did hardworking people have to suffer so much?
Lance listened quietly and did not interrupt.
Even though Yvette’s tone was casual, he could still feel how sad and desperate she was at that mont.
It was as if a piece of his heart had been cut off.
He felt a serious heartache.
Yvette’s eyes were red as he continued, "Later, the exercise books were broken and I couldn’t pick them up. When I was squatting on the road to pick them up, a car suddenly stopped and the driver ca down to scold . I didn’t bla the driver. It was my fault. He was afraid of bumping into and it would be too late for regrets."
"Stop it..."
Lance’s heart broke!
He also recalled it...
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