"Hello? Jasmine, are you there? Why aren't you talking? Are you going to the high school reunion this week?" The person on the other side of the phone was Li Yan, Li Moli's high school classmate and best friend.
"Yanyan, I..." Li Moli held the phone so hard that her hands turned white, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Moli, did you read what was said in the group? Xu Chengdu hasn't attended in five years, so the news must be false this time. It's okay." Li Yan comforted Li Moli.
"It's true, Yanyan, I saw him." Li Moli was originally socializing at Millennium Restaurant. She had just finished the banquet and was about to take a taxi to leave when she saw a graceful woman getting into the car with Xu Cheng on her arm.
"Hey, hey, Jasmine, talk to me? Are you okay?" Li Yan kept shouting anxiously on the phone.
But Li Moli's face was already in disarray, and her eye makeup was all gone.
High school years.
"Li Moli, stop fantasizing about yourself, I don't like you."
"Li Moli, please stop pestering me."
"Li Moli, what do you like about me? I'll change it."
"Li Moli, I think we can give it a try."
"Li Moli, I like you."
"Li Moli, I love you."
"Xu Cheng, don't be like this, everything will be fine." Li Moli rushed up and hugged Xu Cheng, whether it was tears or rain on her face, no one cared anymore, because she only had Xu Cheng in her eyes.
Li Moli stood in front of the mirror, wiping her body bit by bit with a white towel. She kept looking at herself in the mirror, with her snow-white skin like Jasmine, her sickly thin body, and her eyes like stagnant water. After she finished wiping, she lay quietly in the bathtub, grabbed a bunch of fresh yellow jasmine flowers and sprinkled them in the water. After a while, red jasmine bloomed.
Purpose: youth pain literature