In the third week of the senior year of high school, a cold-faced boy wearing an old school uniform came to the class.
Everyone calls me the "little sun" and asks me to melt his ice. I brought breakfast, blocked the peach blossoms, and helped him integrate into the group. Everything went according to the script.
Until one day, I secretly saw on the title page of his exercise book, the scores for each subject of my monthly exam were copied. I saw another note that said: "Do you want to investigate Lin Xi's father's matter?"
It turned out that he transferred to another school because of my father. My dad was a witness in his dad's case.
I cried and asked him if he was acting. He held my wrist and smiled: "I should hate you, but I can't fucking do it."
He pushed a jar of tangerine peel candies over and said, "I'll be there until the candies are gone."
