displayed the despair of that night; instead, his eyes radiated tenderness and affection for the girl at his side.
As they strolled past the alley they used to take on their way home, Yvonne took a deep drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly into Nash’s face. He lovingly caressed her hair, then leaned in to kiss her deeply.
He placed his arm around her waist and walked into a nearby internet cafe. Once inside, a group of local young people greeted him, and he casually accepted the cigarette they offered, engaging in a lively conversation.
I shook my head, turned away, and became a complete bystander.
It wasn’t until Nash’s mother found us in our classroom that everything changed.
Mrs. Xander was a well–known fashion designer, and she had always been kind and gentle. In my memory, she never had any conflicts with anyone, giving the impression of a very contented life.
Mr. Xander’s company had also been quite successful, which was why in my previous life, when Nash took over the company, he had the power to place me in the bed of a business partner.
Nash excelled in his academic subjects, and he had remarkable talent in art as well. He was what parents often referred to as the “golden child” who excelled in everything.
His parents never pressured him to focus solely on academics; they fully supported his pursuit of interests and hobbies. Nash certainly lived up to their expectations, winning numerous awards over the years. Upon high school graduation, he received acceptance letters from prestigious foreign universities.
This competition was his gateway to a prestigious art school. Nash could have enjoyed a splendid life, basking in the limelight and receiving applause and flowers from everyone.
However, he willingly chose to forgo all that glory and opted to rot in the gutter with Yvonne.
