Song Zhi returned to the dormitory alone. He looked at the face in Su Nian's circle of friends that looked exactly like Jiang Ye, and then looked at himself in the mirror. The corners of his mouth were stretched so hard that they hurt and he couldn't make the same arc as that person. In the end, it turned into a bitter smile. It was really ugly... Suddenly, he picked up the phone as if grasping a life-saving straw and dialed his mother's number.
"Xiao Zhi, are you still up so late?"
"Mom" Song Zhi paused, "I want to have plastic surgery."
Intention: stand with you and look in the direction you look