Back When My Wife Was a Teenager

That year, at sixteen, Jiang Wan came down with a serious illness. When she finally awoke, she discovered two extra lines in her diary, written out of nowhere in her own unmistakable handwriting.

—My future wife is named Bei Huai. She’s wonderful, so very wonderful, and I love her dearly.

—Go to No. 13 Middle School. Stay by Little Bei’s side, accompany her, protect her.

Out of curiosity and some inexplicable emotion, Jiang Wan transferred to Bei Huai’s school.

On her first day, she spotted a few students climbing over the wall, decked out in garish Kill Matt style that screamed delinquent from a mile away.

Noticing her stare, the most eye-catching girl leading the pack shot her a lazy sidelong glance. Her voice was a drawling slur, laced with an unfathomable chill.

“What are you looking at?”

Jiang Wan lowered her eyes. She had no patience for lazy, unmotivated students like that.

Before she could give it another thought, the Discipline Director came charging over from a distance. He jabbed a finger at the girl and bellowed in a thunderous rage, “Bei Huai, get back here right now! Skipping class again—and scaling the wall this time!”

Jiang Wan: “…”

Wait… that name. It sounded kind of familiar.

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Bei Huai was an incorrigible delinquent girl—or so everyone thought. No one ever taught her how to be good. They just watched coldly as she tumbled into the abyss. So she gave them what they wanted, sinking into depravity with wild abandon.

No one loved Bei Huai.

But one day, a soft, sweet little girl suddenly threw her arms around her and said with utter seriousness, “Little Bei, don’t be afraid. They don’t love you, but I do. In my heart, you’re the best—the absolute best.”

To Bei Huai, Jiang Wan was the one and only splash of color in her barren life.

She would protect that color with her life.