Yang Jingyu thought she would spend her school career in an ordinary way, until the ball didn't hit her.
Yang Jingyu had an extra bruise on her face, and at the same time, she also had someone to pay attention to.
"Tell me, am I lucky or unlucky to meet you?"
"You are like an onion. I peel off your outer skin piece by piece. The further you peel off, the more it makes me want to cry."
Intention: Face life, face yourself