My... Name is Jiang Yan.
I like Chen Quhe and stick to one thing my whole life.
Later, Qu He, whom I liked, passed away.
I know she was domestically raped.
I quietly called the police, and my Quhe was very happy for a long, long time.
That day, I watched her smiling at Dai Wan'an.
Oh... She doesn't know I like her.
She likes the teacher named Dai Wan'an.
But I'm very happy that she likes girls.
Just keep waiting, I still like her so much.
I still quietly put alcohol cotton, ointments, and girls' favorite candies into her desk every day.
Every day every day.
I dare not tell her that I like her.
Because I have been raped.
Very dirty.
It would be nice if she was happy.
Later, I went back in time and cried for a long time.
I want my Quhe to be safe and sound for the rest of his life.
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Jiang Yan was only fifteen years old at the time, and she had been in love with Chen Quhe, a seventeen-year-old high school sophomore, for four years.
Jiang Yan cried for several nights. She did not blame God for playing tricks on people. She was healthy in her previous life and could not walk in this life.
She has never met those people in her life.
She can really like Chen Quhe and give her all of her sincere heart.
Intention: It doesn't matter