"Sister! Sister!"
"Classmate?"
"Classmate? Wake up quickly."
Fine beads of sweat kept seeping out from Qi Yan's forehead.
"Classmate, wake up quickly."
Feeling someone shaking him, Qi Yanyan opened his eyes suddenly.
"Classmate, are you having a nightmare? Here, wipe the sweat from your forehead quickly. It's easy to catch a cold if you fall asleep here. If you are tired, you should go back to the classroom and lie down for a while."
Qi Yanyan stared at the girl in front of him who was smiling at him.
Jian Mei frowned slightly. Why does this smile look so familiar?
"Thank you." Qi Yanzhi smiled slightly.
The girl handed over the silk handkerchief, with scars like roses climbing on her white wrists.
Seeing the scar, his dark pupils trembled slightly.
Qi Yanyan stood up and took the silk handkerchief from the girl: "Thank you."
When he raised his head, the necklace between the girl's collarbone suddenly broke into Qi Zhiyan's eyes.
Qi Yanzhi carefully looked at the familiar smiling face in front of him and grabbed the girl's wrist.
Intention: a promise, a hundred-year-old promise.