But it was because of his meticulousness that I didn't realize that he and my best friend had been together for a long time.
I sat helplessly on the bed, looking at the happy photo of the three of us on the screen of my phone, and couldn't help falling into deep thought.
The three of us had been good friends since junior high school.
At that time, I was rebellious and did not want to go to the aristocratic school my father arranged for me. I insisted on going to a public school.
My father finally couldn't persuade me and let me come to the school.
But I was used to being ostentatious, and I didn't see why I should keep a low profile. So soon I became a thorn in the flesh of some people who hated the rich.
Although they would not use violence against me openly due to the influence of my family, they would secretly speculate about me and spread rumors about me.
And that time, the head of a group who had always disliked me bumped into me and spilled all the food on me. Then she apologized to me in a sarcastic tone with a look of disdain on her face.