I grew up in poverty alongside a boy who became my closest friend. My mother raised me alone until she left, making me an orphan. The boy, who lived with an abusive uncle, took me in. His uncle had hurt him so badly once that he was left with a deep scar across his lip. For a few years, we were like family, but then the authorities separated us, placing me in an orphanage.

Years later, I was sent to a prestigious school. On my first day, as I introduced myself to the class, my eyes locked onto a familiar face—the boy from my past. I recognized him instantly by the scar on his lip, and I could tell he recognized me too. But he avoided my gaze, clearly afraid that his friends and his girlfriend might learn about his past through me. Though we shared memories and once meant everything to each other, he chose to act as if I was a stranger.

《Feel free to use the past time-line when they were kids. Have fun!》