"First love?"
The moment Astrachior finished speaking, three voices shouted at the same time.
Even Double J, who had been hiding nearby, could not help jumping out.
He never expected Astrachior to have that kind of history with Charlotte.
Zayne's expression also turned strange.
No wonder something always felt off between them.
They did not look like enemies, yet they did not look friendly either.
"Shouldn't a first love be some kind of perfect white moonlight?"
"Teacher, why does it feel like your relationship is kind of…"
Zayne trailed off.
Astrachior gave a bitter smile, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples.
"It is a long story."
"Back then, I was just a college freshman, young and clueless."
"By chance, I met Charlotte."
"We developed feelings for each other and got together not long after."
"For a while, we were quite happy."
"Later, I discovered one problem."
"She liked to bottle everything up."
