"What's wrong?" Mengying asked anxiously.
"Yuxun's in trouble!" Ou Mingxuan picked up his coat and hurriedly opened the door and left.
With his departure, the empty room suddenly turned quiet.
Mengying, looking at the caterpillars on her body, picked them off one by one, sighing lightly, "I hope nothing happens to her..."
That girl, she always felt she was a lot like herself.
Both had fallen in love with someone they shouldn't have.
Knowing well it was impossible, yet they still immersed themselves without looking back.
Only, she was braver than herself; she did everything she wanted to do but didn't dare to do.
That passionate, that reckless love for someone, even if covered in wounds, could still bloom the most brilliant smile like flowers blossoming after a storm.
Even just standing by her side, one could be infected by her vitality and enthusiasm.
She envied her impulsive passion, her courage to love and hate boldly, and most of all, her courage.