If he could do it all over again, He Zhao would often want to say what he said.
On the first day, he looked around at the groups of classmates joking around and silently paid the group bill, even though the meal was seafood to which he was allergic.
The next day, he stood in the corner of the group photo. He didn't know how, but he was squeezed from the middle to the edge step by step.
On the third day, he didn't go to everyone's gathering. He was told that he didn't actively integrate with them and that he didn't value them in his heart.
On the fourth day, he took advantage of late night to chat with the boy he had liked for eight years, but there was no response.
The fifth day, there is no fifth day...
Intention: If you feel sad or wronged, just say it. Don't expect tolerance to become a label that attracts others.