In No. 3 Middle School in Yuxing City, every corridor and every corner that Pei Enyu walked through was accompanied by rustling sounds, and their target was undoubtedly her.
In the past ten years, she "cannot see" the dead trees blooming in spring, "cannot hear" the cicadas singing in silence, "cannot smell" the autumn chrysanthemums and spring orchids, and "cannot touch" the beautiful branches of the jade trees.
On the wall engraved with heart-wrenching rumors, he added delicate orange roses. In the breeze and drizzle, he said: "I like you, Pei Enyu. "
Seven years later, at the same place, her eyes were no longer stagnant. She had emotions. She pulled his hand hard, for fear of being left behind.
"Shen Xushi, I'm just sick. "
She lost her usual coldness and said tremblingly. Shen Xushi's eyes did not fall on her. He just raised his head to look at the budding flowers and chuckled.
"Pei Enyu, it was never you who was sick. "
Purpose: redemption