An'an

An An always remembers that when Lin Yicheng saw her in such a mess, he had a look of hatred and fear in his eyes, as if he was avoiding a dirty thing, but he once said that maybe this class is not good, but with your presence, I like it here very much. The voice An An heard was the world's disgust and ridicule. He pulled out the chair and spat in her face. Where are you, the one who once promised to win the heart of the other person? When An An watched you making love with her blood-red eyes, you held her hand and suddenly let go. You coward, what are you afraid of? Even if the world never shows me any kindness, I will still fight my own way. Even if my whole body is covered with sharp barbs, when I meet someone who looks a lot like you, my long-dead heart will still feel it. Gradually, I find that he and I are not the same kind of people, but you and I are the same kind of people, equally vicious and false. He faces the world, but why, even if he has suffered so much, no matter it is cloudy or sunny, his teeth will reflect the white light when he smiles. Why, he always has a clean heart. Will he fall in love with the vicious me? If he really falls in love with me, is my feeling for him a substitute?