It's self-study again. Just a few days after the Chinese New Year, we were dragged back to study. This cannibal school really cares about grades at the expense of lives.
His face flashed through my mind over and over again. I wanted to tear him apart, bite him, or slap him until his flesh and blood were bloody. But at the same time, it was equivalent to putting a burning red cross on the perfect love I once imagined. However, from the moment we sat behind his Yamaha with a smile and said, "Let's be together then," our love was destined to turn into a war step by step. With a wicked smile on our lips, everyone wanted to win more beautifully. It was also from that moment on that my love was put in the cold palace because he didn't look very good.