Xu Yue slowly clenched her hands, and laughed at herself, "I..."
A tender little hand suddenly stretched out in front of him, "Welcome to Class Three."
Xu Yue raised her eyes in astonishment, and met the girl's starry eyes and the friendly smile inside. The missing place in her heart is slowly being filled.
Feeling touched for no reason.
"Thanks-"
She admitted that her identity was not visible, and her mother's methods were not aboveboard.
He was excluded and isolated in the upper circles. Everyone despised her and looked down on her status as an illegitimate daughter.
This point, even when her mother became Mrs. Xu, did not change much.
So when Song Jingwan threw an olive branch and was willing to be friends with her, she just jumped in. She wanted to be recognized by everyone too much, and Song Jingwan was recognized as a lady from a famous family.
Excellent, gentle.
But after getting along, Xu Yue discovered that this person was actually not gentle at all. On the contrary, she still hides a very dark side in private.
In the past few days, when she was locked in a dark room waiting to die, she was afraid at first, but later Xu Yue became a little calm.
She thinks a lot...
The more I recall, the more I realize that she was a complete idiot before. Being used as a fool, being directed around.
Actually, what enmity does she have with Song Yaoyao? Song Yaoyao never even offended her.
Now, looking at Song Yaoyao's clean and clear eyes, she felt extremely guilty.
Sorry for all the bad things I did to you in the past—
seven o'clock in the evening.
The corridor in the hospital was quiet, and the lights in Song Wenchuan's ward were turned on. He watched the video on the tablet over and over again.
Slow down, and constantly observe the performance of 'him' in the video, the more absurd it becomes.
it's not him—
Absolutely not!
"Tuk tuk."
The knock on the door brought Song Wenchuan's thoughts back to reality. He rubbed his stiff face and found that he had been in a daze for a long, long time.
"Enter."
Song Wenchuan unhurriedly put away the tablet and turned his head. When he saw someone coming, his eyes lit up, "You're lazy? Are you out of school?"
A smile appeared in his eyes, and he waved to Song Yaoyao.
Song Yaoyao was carrying a schoolbag, and her body was still chilled from the outside.
"Is it cold outside? Have an apple? Brother will peel it for you."
He picked up the fruit knife, and the hospital clothes were empty on him, and he had become very thin recently.
Song Yaoyao shook her head and looked at him fixedly.
Song Wenchuan thought it was funny, he raised his eyebrows, "Don't you know me? You called my brother yesterday, come on, call me again."
"Brother."
Song Yaoyao's voice was waxy, and she yelled obediently.
She walked slowly, walked to Song Wenchuan's hospital bed and sat down.
"Tsk—I'm not used to being so obedient all of a sudden."
Song Wenchuan smiled lowly, he cut the apples into pieces, put them on the fruit plate and handed them to Song Yaoyao. He reached out and touched her face, it was cold.
He said: "when the car accident happened, I was still thinking, what should I do if I die? If Mr. Huo doesn't like her in the future, where should she go? "
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, she swallowed the apple and shook her head, "No, brother - he treats me very well."
She didn't know how to face Song Wenchuan. Her own brother's soul once lived in his body, and Song Yaoyao didn't know if it would cause him any harm.
She thinks she's scary sometimes because she still wants to see her brother again, but—