She pressed the razor blade against my Adam's apple and asked me if I had eaten breakfast.
The whole school is afraid of Shen Qiao, saying that she is a crazy woman who is always ready to cut people with a knife. The boys made bets on who dared to chase her and pushed me out as a scapegoat. I handed over the love letter tremblingly, but she suddenly put a knife to my throat. "Didn't you have breakfast?" She asked suddenly, picking up a toffee with the tip of her knife. "My hands are shaking like this due to low blood sugar. It's pitiful." Later, I was blocked by bullies at the entrance of the alley, and she dropped from the sky with a swinging stick. Stepping on the chest of the assailant, she smiled: "I heard that you want to see me go crazy?" She bandaged my wounds in a pool of blood, her voice as soft as a feather: "Now you know why I am 'sick'?" I kissed the scar on her wrist gently: "How about we get sick together."
