"Don't worry, I will never like you!" Someone shouted bitterly that day, not hiding the disgust in his eyes.
I stood there blankly watching his leaving figure, tears streaming down my face.
"Let's go." Some bad guy next to him looked up at the sky and said that the weather was nice.
"Hey, shouldn't you comfort me at this time?" I poured out all my resentment on him. "Have you ever seen on TV that every time at this time, the male protagonist would step forward to rescue the female protagonist? Not only is he unsympathetic, but he also gloats about her misfortune, and even says he likes me. It's all a lie."
"I don't think you have this need?" A certain rotten person looked at the sky and then continued to look at the ground.
Damn it, dead people are crawling out of the ground, not to mention I'm not dead yet. I punched it, and some bad guy easily grabbed my hand and pressed me against the wall. The overwhelming masculine aura made me forget to struggle for a moment. He leaned down, looked at me intently, and said slowly: "You still want me to say, don't like him, like me!"
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