Five years later.

Demi Weston adjusted the straps of her bag on her shoulders and dashed out of the school door as if some monsters had chased her.

Before she could reach the outside, a hand suddenly caught her scruff. Demi looked around and saw Cody’s handsome face.

“Co-Cody!” the girl stuttered.

“Skipping school again, huh?” Cody pulled a face.

“I...um.” Demi tried to find an excuse, but she couldn’t find any right words to say.

She held Cody’s harsh gaze for a second and started to cry, “Please... Cody... Don’t tell Mom and Dad. I didn’t mean to….”

“Tears are not useful for me,” Cody had grown a lot...