Yang Yi felt that it was quite unfair. He was only a high school student and his high school life had just begun. Although the person I like doesn't have the courage to confess yet, there is still hope for the long and bright future. It's true that you, Xi Cui, are pitiful, but it would be pointless to make me suffer together. I'm not a saint. Yang Yi was lying in the dark and cramped cellar, looking up at the damp ceiling, feeling extremely desperate, but I couldn't die, I had to go back. I have to go back. Zhou Chong is still waiting for me.