'Goddammit, Shen Yuan, you fucking deserve to die!'
Shen Yuan wished he could reach into the system and give his 35-year-old self a good, hard punch.
'Look at you! Look at the fine mess you've made, you dumbass!'
'Couldn't even bring yourself to talk to her? Pathetic! You're a worthless coward!'
'Damn it.'
'Shen Yuan, you really deserve to die!'
Just as Shen Yuan was mentally flogging his 35-year-old self, a voice suddenly sounded by his ear.
"Shen Yuan, doesn't this receding scenery remind you of your receding grades?"
The moment she spoke, Li Zhi's gaze naturally fell upon Shen Yuan's face.
At first, her eyes held the mischievous glint of someone making a joke, ready to enjoy the awkward expression he'd surely have after hearing her words.
However, the instant she met Shen Yuan's eyes, Li Zhi's heart gave a jolt.
His gaze was locked firmly on her, his eyes swirling with an overwhelming mix of emotions.
