Trapped in a Melodrama, I Chose to Open a Bakery

That afternoon, in the little grove behind the classroom building, I regarded the beautiful girl standing before me with keen interest. Her name was Lin Wan’er. She was the undisputed belle of our school and the perpetual top student in our grade. The kind everyone expected to get into Tsinghua or Peking University. She lived up to her nickname, the Ice Queen—always dressed in a faded school uniform, always alone, her face betraying almost no emotion. Proud and distant. But today, the ice looked ready to thaw.