Xia Zhiyao

Xia Zhiyao, the monitor of our class, the girl who always straightens her back, is facing the gray city skyline alone at this moment. "What should I do? My mother's medical expenses are gone. What should I do?" The dim light of the old mobile phone in her hand was the only bright color on her face, but it also illuminated the undisguised paleness. She wasn't aware of my presence yet. I am waiting, waiting for the most suitable time, a moment that can ripple this stagnant water and let everything begin.