Until Xu Jiangshu smiled and put the knife against his wrist and asked:
"Sister, why is Song Qi not dead yet?"
"Didn't he drink the water I prepared for you every day?"
Jiang Lan was stunned and saw the text message from Song Qi as the screen of her phone flashed.
"Have you gone home? My throat has been feeling uncomfortable lately."
Only then did she fully realize that the male mistress in front of her was serious.
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Song Qi is the kind of person that every girl likes in high school, and Jiang Lan is no exception. But coincidentally, Song Qi seems to like her too, so it is no surprise that the two of them will be together.
But something unexpected happened and she met Xu Jiangshu.
Young, handsome and beautiful, he hardly looks like a man.
It was very similar to her memory when she first met Song Qi.
Especially those eyes, which were silent and dark.
So she was often in a trance when facing him, so much so that she often ignored what Song Qi warned her, that Xu Jiangshu is not what you see on the surface.
Until that day Xu Jiangshu took her to the riverside,
She looked into those beautiful eyes that were so wet that they were about to shed tears, and did not refuse his face that was leaning towards her like a puppy.
But instead of kissing her, he stopped just short of her.
"It seems you have really forgotten me."
His voice had a desolation and despair that was inconsistent with that of a young man.
Tear off the band-aid on your knee,
Revealing the purple and green blood clots dispersed into bruises.
The night is dim, the river breeze is gentle,
At that moment, she suddenly remembered the little boy with the same dark eyes.
It turns out that what I have been looking for is always you.
-Loving you is a long-lasting bruise in my youth, which cannot be lifted or pressed down.
-Love is pain.
Old school uniform/back view/band-aid/bruise/green glass of train station
Male Secret Love/Skin Hungry Male Mistress/Dark Years Lower × Gentle Years Upper
New copy 2025.7.15 Archive
Intention: Love yourself well.
