Chloe nodded, bent over, his hands on his thighs supporting his weight, gasping for air.

Chloe is the worst at sports. It can be said that she is not good at everything that is done with her body, especially running.

Chloe wanted to sit down directly on the ground, but in front of Peter, she had to keep an image.

"How are you?"

"Not so good." Chloe embarrassed smile, telling Peter her true feeling.

They smiled at each other as if they had gone back seven years.

That summer, two people on the playground wearing school uniforms, one was the school most handsome boy, the other was the most pretty...