In the rain, Jiang Zhijiu heard the boy's confession
That was her favorite person in high school
He has a clean and clear voice, affectionate peach blossom eyes, and a slender figure.
Jiang Zhijiu looked at the neon lights flashing in the distance and the passers-by walking in a hurry. She and the boy were the only ones standing still in the rain.
As if telling everything
Jiang Zhijiu's face was pale, and he endured the discomfort in his stomach. His unprecedented disgust towards the person in front of him reached its peak at this moment.
She clearly realized that her illness had never been cured
Jiang Zhijiu lowered his head and distanced himself from the young man, then softly called his name: "Chen Du."
Jiang Zhijiu didn't dare to look at him, and fixed his gaze behind him. In his peripheral vision, he saw the veins on the boy's arms stretched out, looming.
Jiang Zhijiu unknowingly tightened his grip on the umbrella handle and uttered: "Chen Du, I'm sorry."
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"You are the ferry, but you are not my destination."
Intention: Recognize yourself