Wedge
"Go back to China, Qiao Dai." Su Yi's face was very calm, as if everything was the same as yesterday.
Su Yi watched Qiao Dai's figure.
Goodbye, little princess, never see you again.
Seeing the bus carrying Qiao Dai getting further and further away, Su Yi finally couldn't hold it any longer. He knelt on the ground, almost paralyzed, and a blood flower bloomed on the clothes on his back.
"Yi, why are you doing this?"
A Cambodian girl helped Su Yi.
"You don't understand."
"I understand, you like her." "Is it so obvious?" Su Yi did not deny it.
"Because I also like someone, so I understand."