62

Eleven o’clock in the morning. Giselle had just stepped out of class with several books in her hands. She looked tired, yet she still tried to maintain a small smile.

In the parking lot, a black car slowly stopped. From inside emerged a familiar figure—Billy. With his neat shirt and loosened tie, he looked very handsome.

“Giselle,” Billy called, waving his hand.

Giselle was slightly surprised. “Billy? What are you doing here?”

Billy walked closer, his hand still holding his work bag. “I just wanted to check on you. I haven’t seen you for a few days, so I decided to stop by.”

Giselle stared at him in disbelief....