In my senior year of high school, I transferred to another school, but my classmates spread rumors that I had leukemia and passed away.
After I left, I heard that the cynical Lu Qinzhou in the last row of the class suddenly stopped talking.
He curbed all his laxity, studied hard, and finally got admitted to the best music conservatory.
Nine years later, he became famous and became a household name.
In the live show, the host cautiously talked about feelings, and his eyes darkened.
"She's gone."
"If I had known, I wouldn't have wished her eighteen years old forever."
At that time, I was wearing a mask and carrying a camera to take a close-up. The camera panned across his mobile screen saver, and I froze in place.
The girl on the screen saver smiled heartlessly.
It's me.
Ah? When was I gone?
