I was ignored during my high school days. The headteacher put me in the last row, turning a deaf ear to me, and most of my classmates in the class regarded me as an outcast, ignoring my existence.

It wasn't all their fault. I was an exception in the eyes of other students and teachers, who were determined to get good grades. I did well but skipped classes all the time. Consequently, no one would bother caring about me when I buried my aching head on the desk.

I had planned to skip class, but I changed my mind. I preferred to listen to the teacher talk about ancient history, how leaders chased after power and desired to kill one another, rather than recall the memory of that big, empty home. Unexpectedly, during that boring class, I had an epiphany!

After tasting both sweetness and pain, I was aware of what I should do and what I had to face. It was enough for me to have experienced love and happiness! In fact, our love was a flower, not a diamond. A flower doomed to wither!

"What if he hadn't abandoned me?" I thought. Sooner or later, I would wake up. "How would I face him then?" I wondered. Thus, it was the best ending for us to break up an improper relationship.

At last, it was break-time and the last lesson finished. A girl rushed in and screamed, "Very handsome, too handsome!" My headache became worse. A swarm of girls and curious boys rushed out to look. When they came back, the boys were silent, while the girls were enchanted.

"I don't know who the handsome prince is waiting for, with a cool sports car and a big bunch of tulips in hands," I heard someone say.

"I guess it must be Miss Johansson, I hear that she has a new boyfriend!" one of the girls said.

"Miss Johansson seems a little old for him, I guess the person may be the campus belle. We will figure out who he is waiting for after school!" she said.

I changed my position and continued to sleep. Once the class was over, the majority of the girls disappeared, except for several girls with good grades who buried themselves in their homework. I kneaded my sore shoulders and went out casually, carrying my unopened backpack.

It seemed that the handsome man was really appealing, with crowds of girls in the corridor looking through the window. However, nobody, as dumbfounded as me, was when I left the building.

He was wearing a white suit, gray sunglasses, he had good features; he leaned against the white sports car patiently, with tulips in hands. No girl could resist him. It was the typical image of the prince in the modern version of Swan Lake, noble, energetic and affectionate.

Somehow, I thought of another face: deep, reserved, elegant and decisive... My instinct was to turn around and go back to the classroom. I felt a shiver when thinking of the curious eyes in the corridor. But it was too late, and he had come here. I wiped away my sweat and walked over to Steven with my head bent.

When I was halfway, he ran to me, taking my backpack from my shoulder, and put a bouquet of fragrant tulips in my arms. Indeed, I could only hug it for the bouquet was so large. "Steven, why are you here?" I asked.

"I am your professional driver and bodyguard from now on!" he said.

I seemed to hear the complaints of many girls that the handsome guy had been spoiled by such a bad girl like me! In an elegant restaurant, my headache was relieved by the lovely atmosphere.

"I could hardly recognize you today," he said to me.

"It is a shame that I was drunk yesterday, isn't it?" I said.

When I woke up and thought about what happened yesterday. I felt ashamed! The most embarrassing thing was that the man was Steven Yang. I spent the whole day reflecting, not to drink again.

"Did you quarrel with Mr. Li?" Steven asked.

"Two days ago, I need to get familiar with the matters in the company. And Mr. Li says you have been in a bad mood recently, I planned to surprise you at the right time, but we met by chance yesterday," he told me.