Staying in the deathly silent classroom, I breathed in the turbid air, as if something was violently stimulating my tear ducts, and I felt like I was about to suffocate. I glanced out of the window with my peripheral vision. The sun was pouring in freely and was full of warmth, but I couldn't feel any warmth at all. Sitting on the seat by the window, Wei Mo was immersed in hard work, her eyes unavoidably dull. Is she still thinking about him? I asked myself again and laughed to myself. Our youth and frivolity must be left behind in these gestures!
Ji Zhixia. I called my name, deep in my heart.
Tears.