Wen Xinan was really sad.
She didn't want to go to the third grade of junior high school at all.
Yi Qibai looked at the little girl who had dropped the golden bean and could only coax her: "Why don't you want to go to the third grade of junior high school?"
The little girl pursed her lips and said nothing.
Yi Qibai held the little girl on his lap, stared into her eyes, and stopped coaxing her.
"This way I won't be able to see you."
Intention: hang yourself on a hook, stay together for a hundred years