Yu Wanzhao, who has always been a loner, has never thought about becoming friends with anyone, and has never expected others to take the initiative to associate with her. Her only thought is to grow up quickly, and then quickly. But when Chu Qingkong appeared, a lot seemed to have changed.
"Are you looking for trouble?" Chu Qingkong frowned and held her arm tightly.
"You are so young and you are thinking about seeking death. If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your parents, right? Do they deserve to drag you down like this?"
Yu Wanzhao lowered his head, as if he couldn't hear.
"Tsk!" Chu Qingkong let go of her hand, took out a packet of tissues from her schoolbag and stuffed it directly into her hand.
"Go home early and wipe the blood on your legs." The young man said nothing more, turned around, threw his schoolbag behind him, and walked away against the sunset.
Yu Wanzhao slowly raised his head, his long eyelashes fluttering, looking at the young man walking away, his body seemed to be plated with light.
Intention: I hope that everyone can bravely pursue their inner hope.