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After the age of thirteen, Yu Jiarong always stared at him with hatred, hating that he looked too similar to Fu Zhihong.
He dyed his hair red.
Yu Jiarong hated that he was no longer similar to Fu Zhihong.
Yu Jiarong hated that Fu Zhihong and Fu Chao could no longer be found in him, so he went to pick up Fu Zhiyi again.
…
Fu Yangxi lay down again, resting her head on her hands, staring at the ceiling, staring at the ceiling in cold sweat for a while.
He tried hard to make Zhao Mingxi's face appear in his mind.
— those eyes that were sparkling, clean and clear when they saw him.
Try to get her smile to fill his mind, and let the words that she say make her voice linger in his ears.
— "My name is Zhao Mingxi, and I just transferred from the regular sixth shift."
- "Can I run for him?"
…
Little Mask likes him.
The little mask cares about him.
At least he has a small mask.
…
After reciting it many times, his turbulent mind slowly began to calm down.
A madness suddenly rose in Fu Yangxi's heart, a mad desire to see Zhao Mingxi. That desire was burning hot every night, and it was even more turbulent tonight. If Zhao Mingxi knew about this, would she blame him? Will she still say 'I'm worried about you' to him
Fu Yangxi is not sure.
He couldn't help but get up and put on his shoes and jacket, he rolled out the window, his mind went blank when he did this, just like someone who was about to freeze to death, eager to go towards the hot fire.
He drove away in one of the family's cars.
In the early hours of the morning, before dawn, the whole world was not awake.
Fu Yangxi ran all the way to the downstairs of the school dormitory, her cheeks were white with cold, and she was panting wildly. When she saw the iron gate, she realized that the dormitory building where Zhao Mingxi lived had access control.
He stopped.
A warm yellow light outside the guard room dragged his figure long.
He breathed out white air, and his eyelashes seemed to be covered with white frost.
After standing for a while, Fu Yangxi fell apart and sat down on the flower bed next to her exhausted.
He wanted to wait for Zhao Mingxi to wake up, to see her when Zhao Mingxi went downstairs, and to see her earlier.
No one likes him, they all hate him.
But as long as Zhao Mingxi likes him, he is not afraid.