The vice president of the student union of Yiqiu High School and my boyfriend is dead.
West Jian on the playground looked at her brother with an expressionless face.
"People can be killed by me, or they can be killed by Xihang."
West Jian looked at me who was pale but still pretending to be calm, and said with a smile: "I like you~"
"I just like you~"
Concept: Dreams can be sweet dreams or nightmares