She could not forgive Chen Hualan for being relieved that her father had died of illness, nor could she forgive her for being indifferent to her.
When she heard the laughter coming from the living room, she felt it was extremely harsh and her ears hurt. Turn off the lights, cover your head with a quilt, pray for light to dispel the darkness, and pray for yourself to fall asleep.
Every infusion was like a war. The nurse frowned and slapped her hand. She didn't know what she was thinking, her eyes were dull and empty, and a slight pain came from the back of her hand.
The streetlight tore a hole in the night. She stood in the corridor and hid her whole body in it. The sensor light came on and off and on again until she felt the soles of her feet were numb. Then she took a deep breath, took out the key from her schoolbag and opened the door.
Xu Mu, Xu Mu, and Ye Ying thought of this young man late at night. He was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt, revealing a small section of slender collarbone. He had beautiful eyebrows and a cold temperament. He said his name was Xu Mu.
Ye Ying spent a lot of time observing him, his favorite drinks, the No. 8 Jersey he often wore, his spotless shirts and sneakers, the way he walked, and how he played with his friends. He was a senior in high school, with good grades but few words. He was a popular figure in the school.
He walked slowly in the evening wind, and the wind blew a small lock of hair on his head. He said, "We meet again at 39℃."
Intention: Many times when we do a very small thing, it will become a hell for others.