The White Paper Is Like a Painting, Is It Your Honor?

I didn't expect to see him again when I was withdrawing money from the bank, but the story might have started earlier. And the only thing that could make him like this, in high school, is... Could it really be him? He's here too? Bai Zhi watched the fat man walking in his direction, and his blood suddenly froze. The fat man passed her, disappeared from her sight, The fat man continues to walk back... Suddenly Bai Zhi felt a strong and lingering heat directly behind her. I don't know why, but Bai Zhi didn't dare to move at all, as if he was frozen, and even his breathing couldn't help but slow down, so slow that he could hear his own heartbeat, beating one after another. I was shaking my head desperately in my heart, don't let it be him! Not him!