Clara was my childhood sweetheart and always remained a school beauty.
The ordinary me seemed out of place next to her, attracting envy from others.
I liked her but felt too insecure to confess my feelings, so I quietly watched over her.
I remembered there was a gangster who cornered Clara at the school gate, forcing her to be his girlfriend.
Without hesitation, I grabbed a brick and charged at him. The sneak attack was successful, but I was also beaten badly in the process.
After we went to the university, Clara was still the center of everyone's attention, while I continued to be extraordinarily ordinary.
She liked the school hunk Jackson and asked me for help.
Although I felt depressed, I still did everything I could to help because I wanted her to be happy.
My WhatsApp status at that time was: [The purest love is innocence and silent protection.]
Later, Jackson went abroad to study, and Clara disappeared.
When I found her, she was wandering the streets alone in the middle of the night, drunk and running red lights.
Just then, a car was approaching.