Matilda Jenkins turned her head and said, "Matilda Jenkins!"
She stopped looking at him. She felt a bit out of place. Even if those three words were familiar, what could it do? He was not her Nathaniel York.
People only realize what to cherish after they have lost something, Matilda Jenkins gazed at the ceiling.
If she could have another chance, she would definitely love Nathaniel York wholeheartedly.
In the past, she always didn't want to grow up, wishing to be a simple and happy person.
But... she found her own happiness, yet hurt him.
The young man named William Campbell disdainfully said, "Matilda... what kind of name is that? It doesn't sound nice at all."
Matilda Jenkins coldly responded, "Whether it sounds nice or not is none of your business."
"How is it not my business? We're now ward mates. I think calling you by this name is worse than calling you Silly Girl!"
Matilda Jenkins turned her head fiercely: "Shut up."
