On the way to Wangyue Pavilion, Qu Xiaxia called again.
This time her tone was a little hesitant: "Um... Susu, he brought a female companion."
"Yeah." I looked at the red light ahead and tapped the steering wheel with my fingers.
"She's the kind of gentle, good-natured girl who wears a white skirt, has long hair, and talks softly." Qu Xiaxia seemed to be afraid that I wouldn't believe it, and added, "She's the type that he said he hated the most before - you know, he dislikes this kind of clinginess."
Of course I do.
During the three years of high school, he said personally that he would never be with a good girl, and I remembered it for ten years.
So I took the first grade exam three times, so I tried my best to become the kind of independent, rational girl who doesn't need anyone to worry about.
