On the snowy day, Jiang Qing finally fell seriously ill.
Every muscle in his body was sore and tender. It took half of his strength to move, and even more to walk. He stood up with difficulty, poured a glass of water, and poured it down his throat. His internal organs were all involved, as if he had swallowed a knife, thrust from his lips and tongue to his heart.
She slept for a whole day, dreaming about Zhou Xian.
I can't remember what I did or said, or maybe I didn't do anything or say anything.
Zhou Xian, she and Zhou Xian, strangers and strangers, had nothing to say.
If all this had not been broken, she could still have a stable life. Perhaps many years later, when she mentioned her poor and pale youth on a certain day of the month, she could also confess her secret.
——She was once jealous of a girl. Yes, Jiang Qing's heart would also have the darkness of hatred. She used her as her enemy and secretly performed a one-man show, chasing, competing, and not to be outdone...
The main theme of youth? Not a bright happiness, but a dark peek.
She originally thought that was the case. She thought that the name of the hidden secret was the word "hate".
Until Zhou Xian opened Pandora's box, and Jiang Qing was forced to see her heart clearly.
So those weird behaviors all had another explanation. The rapid heartbeat, sudden stop of breathing, close gaze, and evasive eyes all turned into the cruel truth.
She knew the answer and got the tears.
——Why does she like girls?
——Why does she like other girls?
Intention: The first and last day
