She was the first person to reach out to her, she was the first person to walk into her heart. She only remembered that on that stormy night, she walked in front of her covered in blood. She anxiously called passers-by, hoping that someone could help her. Finally, she sent her to the hospital, and she was always by her side.
She said: My name is Mu Xiaokui, what about you? . . We are considered friends!
She was silent for a long time, until her cell phone rang, she smiled and asked her to take good care of herself and leave. . . .
She has never spoken... But her heart. . .