I pulled Xu Ye's sleeve, and just as I was about to speak, I saw his eyes. He was looking at me, but that gaze was not the tenderness before, but the kind of contempt and coldness that would make me shiver if I looked at him again. He quickly glanced sideways, and glanced across his sleeves. There was a hint of contempt in his slightly squinted eyes. He had obviously known me for many years. But he was just like a classmate I had known for less than a few weeks. At that time, I didn't even feel that he was him. He looked at me and tightened his sleeves and asked, "What do you want to do?" I was so nervous that I didn't know what to do. My hands were shaking all the time. He was shaking violently, and then he relaxed, not as tightly as before. The hand was obviously injured, but I didn't know where I had the strength to hold him. After he pulled away, he turned to look at me and asked again: "What are you going to do?" His heart was beating hard and his hands were shaking hard. I didn't even know what I was going to say. He walked a few steps and said, "What do you want to do?" He repeated three sentences, and I remained silent. Then he left, and I stood there in confusion and left by myself.
There will be many people studying in the evening and it will be noisy and lively. But I am cold, just like the snow in winter. It seems that it is not just a snowflake, but a mountain of snow that cannot be melted.
Intention: Destiny can't stop it, fate can't be kept