The innocent-looking girl framed me for pushing her, and my childhood sweetheart immediately carried her to the infirmary, leaving me to be condemned by everyone on the spot.

I insisted on checking the surveillance footage, but he told me to let it go.

"What more do you want? She really got hurt because of you—does the truth even matter that much?"

I was tired. I gave up on pursuing the truth.

And I gave up on him.

Later, he got into a fight with my suitor. Staring at me in disbelief as I held another man's face, he broke down: "He started it first, Shishi! Don't you want me anymore?"

I looked at him coldly. "Does the truth matter that much? All I know is he got hurt because of you."

……

When Xu Hanzhou arrived, I was surrounded by people yelling at me.

"Why are you so vicious? Ranran just accidentally bumped into you—did you really have to push her?"

"I think you're just jealous. Ugh, how did I end up in the same class as someone like you?"

Xia Yiran sat on the ground, her leg swollen and red. She hugged her knee and sobbed softly, glancing at me cautiously from time to time.

What a perfect victim act.

"I didn't push her—she fell on her own," I defended weakly, standing in the middle of the crowd.

But no one listened. It was only then that I realized I'd been isolated.

Somehow, since the new transfer student arrived, she'd become the center of the class, while I was slowly pushed out.

Someone slammed into me hard, looking at me with hatred as if I were a heinous criminal.

"Cut the act! Apologize to Ranran right now!"

Once one person started, others followed.

More and more people began shoving me around.

My school uniform was crumpled, and there was a bruise on my arm.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I pushed the people around me fiercely, tears stinging my eyes.

Being misunderstood felt absolutely terrible.

"I said I didn't do it! Why should I apologize?"

I lifted my chin stubbornly, only to lock eyes with Xu Hanzhou.

I had no idea when he'd arrived. The moment I saw him, my tears finally spilled over.

Overwhelmed with grievance, I reached out to him. We'd known each other for ten years—I instinctively thought he'd stand by me.

"Xu Hanzhou, they're all..."

Mid-sentence, I suddenly saw the look in his eyes clearly.

His brows were cold and indifferent. In the past, he'd only shown tenderness when he looked at me.

But now, he was staring at me coldly.

I finally realized—he blamed me too.

At first, the crowd had calmed down a bit when they saw Xu Hanzhou, but his cold indifference seemed to confirm my guilt.

They grew bolder, knocking me to the ground. "Oops, I didn't do it on purpose! She fell on her own~"

Laughter echoed around me. As I lay on the floor, tears gushed out.

I stared at Xu Hanzhou intently, feeling something inside me slowly crumbling.

Xu Hanzhou walked over quickly, knelt down, and picked up Xia Yiran, whose eyes were red from crying.

He didn't spare me a single glance, his back resolute.

Xia Yiran looked at me, a triumphant smile on her face and mockery in her eyes.