Su Xiaohe was placed in the worst class.
This class is not united, jealousy and traps exist in every corner, and there is no cover.
She really couldn't think of any reason to explain why she was here.
The serious-looking teacher and the distracted classmates were confused and a little uneasy.
This always reminds Su Xiaohe of the scene when Pangu created the world. The sky and the earth were stuck to each other, entangled and ambiguous, exuding the smell of decay.
The same routine day after day makes Su Xiaohe's life as boring as an intermittent black and white movie, slow and dull. Only then did she realize that her childhood days were so innocent, as illusory as the flickering candlelight.
Su Xiaohe knew very well that the spring stored in her memory had already been filled with the fragrance of withered flowers at a certain moment.
In this way, Su Xiaohe's past memories passed by.
After a long time, Su Xiaohe began to learn to be silent and concealed, just because he felt it was unnecessary.
She had always been a child who was afraid of loneliness, but all this happened inevitably.
Hypocrisy and deceit, everything, was played out one after another in her life.