"I'm sorry to meet you in this way. My name is Wen Xiao."
Hilton International High School, men's bathroom on the third floor of the laboratory building.
The young man was thin, with a pale complexion and bruises at the corners of his mouth. His knuckled hands were constantly glowing red. He stared at her with cold eyes, his eyes were reddish, and his whole body was trembling slightly, feeling indescribably fragile.
Wen Xiao stretched out her hand, and at that moment the girl's smile was bright and warm.
Wearing a decent Hilton International High School uniform, her complexion is fair and flawless, and she has an expensive custom-made diamond hairpin in her hair.
The clear eyes could see all the embarrassment he was feeling at the moment. He didn't feel embarrassed, as if the world had become clear.
He realized that his hand was still stained with his own blood, and his outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. He saw the girl opposite, but reached out and grabbed his paused hand.
The girl has a unique freesia fragrance, which dilutes the smell of blood in her mouth. Her hands are small and warm, as if even his breath is a gift at this moment.
In this dark and boundless life, he encountered his own light.
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