Chapter4
1 still remember that it was freshman year.
jordan was wearing old, faded clothes. He stood among the freshmen, looking out of place.
He was visibly poor.
But also visibly upright.
I liked his cool, clear tone when he spoke,
I also liked how his thin eyelids drooped when he looked at me.
Jordan was in desperate need of money. Even the financial aid for poor students was taken by someone with connections to the counselor.
After one evening class, I aggressively grabbed his soft hand.
“Jordan, I like you. Be with me. I’ve got money. We can share my living expenses. If that’s not enough, I’ll pay you just for a kiss.”
Of course, he refused.
But back then, my life was smooth sailing. I didn’t know what defeat was. The more he refused, the more I clung to him.
Until his grandfather, who had raised him, was critically ill. Without batting an eye, I paid off the medical bills for him.
Jordan finally gave in to me.
I foolishly thought I’d done him a huge favor.
Much later, I realized I had gotten him, but I had also crushed him.
After we got together. He still worked every day to earn his living expenses.
He barely used my money, yet things got worse.
Chapter4
Rumors about Jordan started circulating in school.
They said he sold himself for money.
His classmates thought poorly of him, and someone gave him an insulting nickname.
Back then, I was still optimistic and naive, I held his hand and said, “Don’t mind them. They’re just jealous.”
Nived in my own world. I never realized Jordan was fighting alone.
Senior year, my family went bankrupt.
I didn’t tell Jordan.
I just called him out and said, “Let’s break up!”
“Why?” he asked.
“I’m tired of it,” I said.
“Alright,” he said.
Just like that, we parted ways.
I guessed he was happy at the time, because he was finally free again.
The day we broke up, I snapped my SIM card, deleted WhatsApp, and boarded a train to
my debts.
another city to work off my
I didn’t come back until three months ago.
