"I didn't steal it..." An Feiran opened his mouth, his eyes slightly red.

He knew that as a boy, he shouldn't be so weak, but he had been embarrassed in front of so many people, including his crush.

"Ah!"

He stood up. His trousers were torn and his knees were scratched to the point where there was blood.

"Jingwan, are you okay? Is your skirt dirty? Honestly, An Feiran, are you blind? Can't you even walk properly?"

Song Jingwan's deskmate, An Ruoyao, glared at An Feiran as she pulled out a tissue to wipe Song Jingwan's skirt.

Coincidentally, Song Jingwan was sitting next to the aisle. So, An Feiran's soy milk had hit the ground and splashed all over her skirt.

"I..."

An Feiran was helpless. He clumsily came forward and said, "I'm sorry, Jingwan, I didn't mean to do it, someone tripped me..."

"Someone tripped you? Who? I don't see anyone?"

Song Jingwan took a deep breath. She could hardly maintain her calmness on the surface.

She had already been stressed the last few days. Why did this guy have to provoke her?

"Jingwan..." An Feiran said in disbelief as disappointment crossed his eyes. "Someone really tripped me. Why don't you believe me?"

"Are you blaming me?" Song Jingwan said in ridicule as she looked at her skirt which was covered in soy milk. She was completely disgusted.

"No...I don't mean to blame you..."

"Oh? Really?" Song Jingwan took a deep breath. "Since you claim that someone targeted you, why don't you find that person?"

Although her tone wasn't harsh, the mockery in her eyes was hard for An Feiran to accept.

It felt as though something was stabbing into his heart.

He stood in place blankly as ridicule surrounded and almost enveloped him.

"Hahaha, that's right, find the person that tripped you!"

"What's the big deal? You simply tripped."

"The School Beauty's skirt is stained. Can you afford to compensate her?"

"It was just a joke. Can't you handle a joke?"

"Hahahahaha...."

The world spun. An Feiran closed his eyes and opened them again. They were red as he stared stubbornly at Song Jingwan.

"I will compensate you for the skirt, Jingwan, but do you really not believe me? I didn't do it on purpose..."

His voice was soft, like a child that needed protection, and he sounded like he was about to choke.

Song Jingwan blinked as she wiped her skirt and avoided An Feiran's gaze.

"I already told you, it's not that I don't believe you, but we are all classmates. I can't wrong someone because of you"—Song Jingwan sighed—"I'm going to go get changed."

She didn't want to talk to An Feiran about anything else.

"Jingwan..." An Feiran sniffed and stretched out his hand to grab her.

But before he got the chance, the girl turned her body like she was trying to avoid trash, and revealed a disgusted expression.

Smash—

Something felt like it broke.1

An Feiran's gaze slowly dulled.

"Hahaha, someone's trying to punch above their weight. An Feiran, do you have a crush on our School Beauty?"

"Hahaha, you deserved to fall!"

These people had no idea how their 'simple joke' could hurt someone.

"Ah!!"

Loneliness emanated from the boy who had his head lowered. He suddenly yelled and charged toward the people who were ridiculing him.

I'm assuming the author is referring to his heart breaking.