Growing up, I felt that I was a person who didn't make trouble.

To put it simply, I haven't even climbed over the walls of the school. Deeper, I don't seem to have the rebelliousness that an adolescent should have.

Well, I don't think it's a rebellion to fall in love with Angel.

But this kind of innate rule is self-sustaining, but it quietly collapsed after losing contact with Anqi for half a month.

He didn't come to school for half a month, and his classmates and teachers seemed accustomed to his sudden disappearance.

Only I'm not used to it.

Even more of a headache is Van Yesh.

This guy secretly wants to make me miserable, but in the class, he prefers to pretend to be close to me.

Several of my classmates who knew about my relationship with Angel seemed to look at me a little strangely.

Even Xu Zhi suspected me of empathy.

I rolled his eyes angrily: stupid earthlings, you really don't understand anything→_→

Half a month later, on Saturday evening, in order to avoid Van Yesh, I studied on my own in the classroom.

I completed my homework with amazing efficiency. The half-moon empty seat around me made me uneasy.

I called my mother first, and she recognized it as me and hung up in disgust as she had done several times before. I called Angel again, and it was still busy.

In the city of early winter, the night is silent with blue flames. The streets are chilly.

I don't remember how I ended up at Angel's house.

I rang the doorbell. The intercom came on, and my face was shown on the screen below the doorbell.

After Angel's mother turned on the wireless doorbell, she probably saw through the camera that it was me.

Not surprisingly, she decisively refused my request to open the door.

That's when I realized what a stupid thing I had done.

I lingered downstairs at Angel's house for a long time. Anyone who sees me will want to call the police.

After all, a high school student who forgot to wear a thick coat and had thick dark circles under his eyes and looked in a trance was really incompatible with such a high-end residential community.

Not to mention the stubborn and blatant staring at the window of one of the houses in such a stubborn and blatant manner that I looked suspicious—like a thief planning some covert and clumsy crime.

After looking at Angel's bedroom for a long time, my neck stiffened.

His bedroom was brightly lit, and the starry curtains were tightly drawn; He never appeared by the window.

What is this guy doing?

Is he okay?

My throat was slightly bitter.

I miss him so much.

The lights in several homes went out one after another. I still don't want to leave.

I probably looked at it for too long, and I knew the structure of this building by heart.

It is located in the best lighting and the most central golden area of the community, and the floor plan is also the best.

Security in high-end residential areas is inherently solid, so residents can feel comfortable opening up open spaces such as large balconies.

Angel's house is on the highest floor. His study was next to his bedroom, and the balcony outside the dark study was just a step away from the air conditioner outside Angel's bedroom.

My heart was pounding - I was really going to be a modern-day Romeo this time.

In order to avoid being seen by the surveillance to see my strange behavior, I did not take the elevator in a daze, but chose to climb the safe passage.

Maybe it's because I've read too many horror novels, and I climbed more than ten safety stairs with a lot of horror.

I'm actually a little afraid of heights. But perhaps the night was too dark, and the height of the roof was less intimidating.

To be honest, I was so excited that my palms broke out in a cold sweat.

I moved along the slightly rusty drain pipe towards the balcony outside Angel's study.

It only took a few minutes before and after, but it was particularly terrifying for me, who hadn't even climbed a tree.

If some security guard with a flashlight happens to see me sneaking around......

Thankfully, I seemed to have some talent and luck as a thief – no one spotted me, and I landed on the balcony outside Angel's study.

The lights in Angel's bedroom were still on.

I crouched on the air conditioner outside his bedroom, one hand clutching the railing outside his window, the other pounding on the window.

In retrospect, I feel like a complete pervert - if someone was knocking on my window in the middle of the night, I would not even open the curtains and call the police.

But please open the curtains and take a look.

It's me, Angel.