The Sin of Being Not Good-Looking

Back at school, the classes had already started. A group of transfer students came to join us, and among those there was one named Sun Ruihe whom I thought was elegant and charming. It is said that she used to study at Suzhou Art Institute, but she became mentally ill because of the prolonged Japanese air raids. Later, she recovered and thus transferred to our school to study painting. She was by chance assigned to the same classroom as me, and I immediately fell in love with her without recognizing how terrible I looked about which I later felt deeply regretful. We indulged ourselves in painting and dating, and we would eat outside for lunch every day. Time under these circumstance flew.