"I said no."
Mingyu stared at Shi Yan and repeated it calmly.
It was still those wet eyes, with layer after layer of ripples slowly blooming next to the dot of ink, causing her to fall into a trance and accidentally be stained with ink and fall into the dense forest.
But he thought he was in a dream.
When they were sitting at the same table more than ten centimeters apart, Shi Yan thought they were thousands of miles apart.
He was like a butterfly that flew into her dream unintentionally. It would fly away one day and she would wake up.
His name was very strange, his person was very strange, and his grades were even stranger, but I didn't know why I made friends with him. Then he disappeared in the strangest way, as if I didn't have this person in my life, and he left a blank in my story.
Purpose: To commemorate someone