Many years later, Dong Fengxu recalled the sobs that happened to come from the tool cabinet when he passed by the Class 3 classroom that evening, and he felt vaguely strange.
At that time, what he met there was a girl with disheveled clothes and insulting words written all over her arms with a grease pen.
After meeting again and again, he heard the girl's whispered confession.
Looking back many years later, he couldn't help but wonder why he didn't suspect anything at that time.
Intention: yandere