No wonder, when he entered the ward earlier, she felt his face was familiar, yet couldn’t remember where she had seen it before.

It turns out, he was the youthful boy deeply enamored with the Milk Girl seven years ago, Hazel Ford.

Library.

As the lifelong best friend of the Milk Girl, May Sloane scrutinized him for a moment. Seeing his transformation from a poor student to a top scholar was all for the Milk Girl, with such genuine intentions, she planned to help him.

She handed him the milk: "Here, milk."

He looked at her, puzzled.

"Young man, there’s only one chance. If you like her, go after her. In two years, we’ll be in college. If you don’t act early, it might be difficult to chase her then, and you might be the type the Milk Girl likes."

May’s words ignited his inner passion.

He truly liked the Milk Girl.

He concocted a lie, saying that Senior May had a stomachache and asked him to deliver milk.

She took it, her eyes somewhat flustered, said thank you, pulled out a straw, her hands a bit shaky, failing to insert it several times.

He grabbed it, helped her do it, then handed it back to her.

At first, he thought the Milk Girl liked him too, hence her shy nervousness, filling him with a strong sense of satisfaction.

Later, he discovered that although the Milk Girl seemed sweet in front of people, privately, she was very gloomy.

He wanted to advance further with the milk and recalled the help from May Sloane.

He couldn’t find her; her classmates said they didn’t know what had happened to May, she had dropped out.

He always remembered what May said before, so he started chasing her.

It was then that he learned the Milk Girl suffered from a severe depression, and whenever she was emotionally down and out of control, she forced herself to drink milk.

What people understood about her was not the real her at all.

For instance, she actually disliked drinking milk, sometimes even resisted its taste, and even drank to the point of vomiting. But it was the only remedy she could use to control her emotions.

Also, she didn’t like to smile, and when alone, she was very gloomy.

He didn’t know what happened to her, nor did he distance himself because of these reasons; he accompanied her as a friend throughout high school for two years.

Finally, in the year she went to college.

She was eighteen.

He was seventeen.

She agreed to be his girlfriend.

Finally, the clouds cleared to reveal the moon, he really felt that way.

Such beauty made his seventeenth year not lonely anymore.

He and she started a long-distance relationship.

He would often visit her, adding sugar to the milk, so she wouldn’t resist the taste, gradually forming a liking for it.

Her depression was cured, regardless of the occasion, she became a youthful girl.

From then on, the Milk Girl genuinely loved drinking milk with added sugar.

At that time, he naively believed she was truly cured, that he could be with her from eighteen to one hundred.

Later, his Penguin account was hacked.

Everything beautiful he had with the Milk Girl was deleted, and even a message saying they broke up was sent.

He couldn’t reach the Milk Girl, so he rushed to Varden overnight. That was when he found out that at three in the afternoon, the Milk Girl had jumped from the teaching building.

The Milk Girl was dead.

When sorting her belongings in her dorm, he saw dozens of unopened boxes of milk with added sugar; she hadn’t drunk any.

That was when he realized the Milk Girl only liked her nickname, never the milk itself, even with sugar, it couldn’t be liked.

Just like her illness, no one could cure it.

In a corner, he saw a line written on a milk carton: Hazel, you are my concern. Thank you, and I’m sorry.