There is such a girl in your heart.
You'd rather give her your morning milk.
You'd rather ride her bike for an hour and take her out to see the view.
You would rather take notes for her every day and send them to her house.
In the same way, you would rather trust a stranger than her.
And what you believe is that she is a *.
tangchujianThis is... what is all this!
tangchujianHow could Qi Ming do this!
baizhouI heard that Qi Ming was Yi Yao's childhood sweetheart, and then he betrayed her and liked Gu Senxiang.
baizhouBut after Gu Senxiang died, he began to chase Yi Yao again.
baizhouAs if none of this ever happened.
baizhouFortunately... Yi Yao chose Gu Senxi.
tangchujianIt turns out that there is still this layer of gap between Yi Yao and Qi Ming.
tangchujianFortunately, Gu Senxi was by Yi Yao's side.
tangchujianThen who entrusted you?
baizhouWell... it's a secret.
baizhouI'm sure she herself will come in person soon.
tangchujianHey... can't you reveal a little more?
baizhouI, I couldn't tell anyone.
baizhouBut that person is your word, I am willing to say it.
baizhouI'm out of line now.
tangchujianDid we... know each other before?
tangchujianThen why are you so afraid of me asking.
Tang Chujian just watched the day's ass, which was asked by this simple question, has been on the wrong chair.
tangchujianAh, I haven't seen it before.
tangchujianYou're stepping back and it's time to fall.
baizhouBlame you for always being close to me.
baizhouThat, I said don't spread it out!
tangchujianWait... not spreading...
It was a little strange that Tang Chujian was approaching step by step during the day, and he stood up from the chair.
Then he ran away.
tangchujianNo, what are you running for!
tangchujianIt's really weird the way you're shy.
On the other side of the study room, Yi Yao contacted the teaching assistant to inquire about the exam.
When passing by the open class classroom, she saw Qi Ming alone, sitting on a chair in the playground.
Out of tune with others, out of tune with the environment.
Qi Ming rubbed his hands with a tissue until both hands turned red.
The sky outside the window was very low. Clouds moved slowly.
The branches staggered towards the sky, "like countless starving ghosts reaching up and begging for food", this is Yi Yao's metaphor.
It is still the driest air in winter, and a thick layer of white debris can fall off the face as if rubbing against it.
Qi Ming scribbled on the paper, various numbers, geometric shapes, English words, accidentally wrote a *, and the last h was suddenly scratched by the tip of the pen because of too much force. Several layers were cut in a row, and the ink fainted a large area.
The pain in my heart at that moment was like scratching many layers of paper.