In the tree-lined path, many couples rode together on a bicycle, slowly passing by. College is known as a paradise for love, and the air is thick with the sweet scent of romance. By the time they reach their senior year, it’s also the season for breakups!
Feng Guang refused to indulge in any “dog food” (a term for public displays of affection). She ignored the couples around her and focused on her path until a bouquet entered her line of sight.
“Hello, Feng Guang.” The boy was exceptionally handsome, exuding a certain elegant charm. He was tall, at least six feet, with a slightly deep voice that resonated like a cello in the air. He matched Feng Guang’s taste perfectly.
In front of an attractive male, Feng Guang unconsciously displayed a more gracious demeanor, momentarily forgetting her usual aloofness. “Who are you?”
“I’m Zhou Lie from the Chinese department. I’m a junior, so I’m technically your senior.” He spoke with a warm smile that easily garnered goodwill.
Feng Guang glanced at the flowers in his hand, maintaining her composure. “Did you need something? Just so you know, I don’t have any roommates or friends at school, so I can’t help you deliver flowers.”
“You misunderstood. This bouquet is for you,” he said, extending the flowers toward her.
Feng Guang did not take them and stepped back instead. “Why are you giving me flowers?”
She didn’t believe that red roses could be given so casually.
Zhou Lie smiled at her wariness. “Do you remember? I was the one who welcomed you when you first arrived at school.”
Thinking back to her first day as a new student, she recalled a tall, handsome boy who had greeted her. After a moment, she exclaimed, “So it was you!”
“You remember me! That’s wonderful,” Zhou Lie said, clearly pleased. “I’ve noticed you since that day, but I never had a reason to contact you. Then, you went through so much… I always believed you weren’t the kind of person to do those things. Now that the truth is out, I felt it was the perfect opportunity to talk to you.”
“Wait, what do you mean, the truth is out?” Feng Guang was oblivious to the crowd that had gathered around them, focusing instead on the least important part of Zhou Lie’s statement.
Zhou Lie looked puzzled. “You don’t know? A month ago, all the websites changed their themes. No matter which page you opened, it would automatically redirect to a post claiming you were wronged. It said all those bad things were framed by Liu Ti, and that she didn’t commit suicide but pretended to do so to gain sympathy. This has even been reported in the news.”
Feng Guang couldn’t believe it. “So… I was just exonerated like that?”
“You were never guilty, so how could it be called exoneration? It’s more accurate to say the truth has come to light,” Zhou Lie corrected her with a smile.
This wasn’t Feng Guang’s fault. Although she had been cooped up at home for the past month, she hadn’t been following the news. When she was defamed, she told Aunt Lin not to pay attention to such matters. So, Aunt Lin likely wouldn’t have mentioned her sudden exoneration. Thinking back, although there were still whispers about her when she first entered the campus, they seemed to lack the previous malice.
Initially, a post had turned her into a target of public scorn; now, another post had transformed her from a perpetrator into a victim. Feng Guang chuckled to herself, realizing the power of public opinion had been fully demonstrated in her case.