The bullying of Yi Yao by classmates became more serious.
Books, tables, and even rooftops are all cursing Yi Yao's words.
Finally, she finally broke down.
She complained hoarsely, accusing everyone.
I was in the middle of the crowd, and it was said that there seemed to be a hole in my heart, and blood was gurgling.
You deserve it.
These two words are really vicious. Yi Yao really can't think of it.
The teacher stopped me, but not Gu Senxi.
He desperately defended Yi Yao, over and over again.
Later, the case was on TV. The initiator of everything turned out to be Tang Xiaomi. It's Tang Xiaomi. I don't deserve to be near Yiyao anymore.
From start to finish, I never believed her.
Yi Yao. I am sorry.
Real. I am sorry.
Many days and nights after Yi Yao died, I would dream of them.
The alley was filled with fog again.
Early in the morning slowly brighten the sky. Someone turned on the dim yellow light in the house one after another.
More and more people are crowded into the public kitchen, brushing their teeth and washing their faces, looking sleepily at the morning when the window is not bright, and someone will always turn the wrong faucet.
There are two empty rooms in the alley.
When other people passed the door of the two rooms, they all quickened their pace.
Every minute in this world, countless doors are opened and countless doors are closed. Light surged in, and then was covered up a few seconds later.
Different people live in different worlds. Red. Blue. Green. White. Yellow. Even pink.
Why are you the only one living in a black world.
Yi Yao.
