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Wen Nuan sat under the corridor, took off her duckbill cap, let down her hair, and swung her legs carefree. Anyone who graduated from this high school would probably never forget this love-filled corridor.

The fragrance of the flowers understood the emotions, and people met behind the roses.

Unfortunately, by the time she was in high school, Fang Liucheng had already graduated. There was a boy who admired her and had arranged to meet under the rose trellis, but she rejected him here.

There was once a legend in the school that those who pledged their lifetime commitment in the rose corridor would be blissfully happy, fulfilled, forever.

Many couples among their seniors had walked out from here.

Back then, the class couples, seeking blissful relationships, would promise each other in the rose corridor to take care of each other for a lifetime, never to part.

The girls without boyfriends, however, were very hopeful that they might meet their Prince Charming in the rose corridor.