"Farley is waiting for you in the classroom. Go quickly."

I still walked slowly as if that man was just a stranger to me.

Fiona was shocked and looked at me blankly.

"Didn't you say that if Farley came to see you, I should tell you right away? Why are you so indifferent this time? Are you two having a conflict?"

I used to be stupid. Whenever he came looking for me in class, I would put down everything I was doing and accompany him.

But in the end, he teamed up with Neil to deceive and murder me.

I said calmly, "There's no conflict. I suddenly feel disgusted by him."

Fiona pulled my sleeve and whispered, "Elena, stop talking..."

I followed her gaze and saw Farley standing in front of me and looking at me.

"It's better if he hears it. It saves me from explaining it."

I walked over holding Fiona's hand, and he suddenly grabbed my arm.

With an impatient sound, I tried to pull my arm back but failed.

I tilted my head to look at him. "Since you heard it all, then I will tell you again. You make me feel disgusted. Don't come looking for me in the future. I don't want to see you."

Farley's face gradually darkened, and I couldn't understand it. In the next second, he whispered, "What do you mean?"

I revealed the truth in anger. "Do you think I don't know that you came here this month to see Neil?"

In my previous life, after I got the admission letter from Belton University, he hired someone to forge evidence that I bullied my classmates at my coming-of-age ceremony. Also, he spread rumors that I seduced my teacher and had an affair with someone in the same grade.

All of them were done by him.

With that in mind, I pulled my arm back and slapped him hard. "Do you think I'm a fool?"

He looked at me in astonishment, and his hands hanging by his side clenched gradually, suppressing his anger. "I didn't."

"Why are you pretending?" I walked around him and returned to the class.

3

Upon getting home, I saw Ronald with an angry face.

Thinking of what he had done in front of the media in my previous life, I suddenly felt sick.

When Neil pushed me off the rooftop, I became a soul and could only follow them.

They found the forged suicide note in my room, and Ronald became the witness.

The evidence only showed that I committed suicide.

Everyone said that because I had done something embarrassing, I was unwilling to live.

Ronald cried in the face of the media as if his beloved one had died.