Chapter 61

Deborah was stunned and asked with a smile, "I don't have someone I like. Why should I write it?" The cutleries in his hands dropped to the ground. That's right. it was a misunderstanding. On the surface, Deborah was smiling at him, but her eyes were distant. She gave off the feeling of being close to you, but in fact, she had distanced herself the moment he approached her. He bent down to pick up the cutleries and put them on the table. He stood up and said, "I'm going home." "Holden." Holden turned back. Deborah ran to him with a bag of sweet potatoes in her arms. "You forgot to take your sweet potatoes!" Holden was forced to take it. Seeing that she was about to leave, he couldn't help asking, "Do you like people with good grades?" Deborah smiled and said, "Who doesn't like smart people, right?" The young man stood tall in front of the door, and the breeze blew his loose hair. He asked seriously, "Do you like the student who came in first during our second year of Norwan High School