That summer, the school belle who had bullied me …

That summer, when Cheng Yu pushed open the glass door to the pool party, the entire crowd fell silent for a moment. No one expected that the scrawny bookworm who a year ago had been cornered in the classroom, grabbed by the collar and slammed against the wall by Song Qingyi, would now fill out the sharp, firm lines beneath his shirt. He cut straight through the crowd and stopped right in front of Song Qingyi, the curve at the corner of his mouth holding old hatred and new fire. She held a glass between her fingertips, her brow raised as she glanced behind him at her boyfriend, Zhao Ting, whose expression darkened as he stared back. Three years of pranks, humiliation, threats to keep him quiet — it all pressed against his chest now. But what he was waiting for wasn’t an apology; it was a full reckoning.