Before meeting him
"Wen Zhiyu! Don't bully others too much!" The girl sat on the ground, her face unclear whether it was rain or tears, her messy hair draped over her shoulders, and her exposed eyes were half angry and half scared. The sky was overcast, and the person in front of the girl stood.
Wen Zhiyu looked at the beaten person behind her and wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of her mouth. She squatted down, lifted the girl's chin, changed her previous expression, and said coldly: "Did I bully people too much? Ha, I blocked people at your grandfather's house. Is it my fault?"
Intention: It turns out that it's never too late no matter what