When Jiang Xi discovered Jiang Wuqiu, he was wearing a black sweatshirt and a peaked cap, with his head lowered and a half-burned cigarette in his hand. She was stunned. At this time, Jiang Wuqiu raised his head and breathed into the air. The dim light blurred Jiang Xi's vision, but she could vaguely feel that it was best to stay away from Jiang Wuqiu at this time. Unfortunately, Jiang Wuqiu turned around and saw Jiang Xi who was stunned. He smiled and waved to Jiang Xi with the hand holding the cigarette, "Sister, what a coincidence."
"Hey, is there something wrong with you?" "You know you're ugly, so don't pester me all the time. It's really annoying."... Jiang Xi ran to the bathroom alone, biting her sleeves and crying muffledly. The sounds of primary school students playing not far away could be heard.
"If I could go back to high school, the luckiest thing would be meeting you, and the most regretful thing would be dragging you along..."
Intention: cold violence