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TL: Moonlight_revolt
Editor: CYE
Proofreader: Chibi_lazy
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He Xing didn’t get the answer she wanted.
The woman said nothing.
He Xing made her last struggle. "I really have nothing to do with Jiang Yingjing..."
A cold feeling pierced her lower abdomen, followed by a familiar pain. He Xing knew that she was already done for, but she still struggled and said, "Hey classmate, it's not that I’m judging you. Telling you frankly, your makeup is a little bit hideous. I can understand why Jiang Yingjing doesn't like you. I was so shocked when I saw you... I don’t know much about makeup either, but my skill is still probably better than yours. How about we exchange ideas tomorrow? Let’s share our makeup tips. Maybe we can become good friends... "
The other party seemed to be provoked by her words.
Without saying anything, the woman stabbed her again.
He Xing fell to the ground softly.
How was she going to escape this goddamn bad luck?
Next Thursday...
He Xing had already lost all hope.
She stood on the quiet rooftop, her white skirt fluttering in the wind.
Jiang Yingjing had said that he didn’t like girls who wore blue striped skirts and white canvas shoes. Although He Xing knew that his words were just an excuse, she still changed into a different dress. This time she wore a white knee-length dress and a pair of beige lace-up sandals. Of course, Jiang Yingjing's clothes were still the same as the ones he wore every Thursday. Nothing in the world had changed, except for He Xing.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
Jiang Yingjing looked at her expressionlessly as he stood under the brilliant glow of the sunset.
Time seemed to be reversed. He Xing could see herself being rejected for the first time in his eyes...
It was hard to describe her mood at the moment. Although the sunset’s glow was brilliant, all she could see was a bleak scene.
It seemed to her that the whole world had faded, and even the dazzling Jiang Yingjing had become black and white.
He Xing plucked up her courage and said to Jiang Yingjing loudly, "I don't like you!"
"Ah?"
Jiang Yingjing didn't react, he looked at her blankly. His cold eyes finally had slight waves form in them.
"I misplaced that letter. It wasn’t for you. Can you return it to me?"
He Xing stretched out her hands towards Jiang Yingjing. Her hand trembled as if she was a patient with Parkinson’s disease.
Lying really required skills. She was so guilty that she didn’t dare to look Jiang Yingjing in the eye.
Jiang Yingjing didn't ask about it either. He silently placed the letter and the pink envelope in He Xing's hand.
Written in front of the envelope was ----- Jiang Yingjing, open this when you’re alone.
It was really embarrassing...
"I... I really don't like you, and I won't like you in the future too..."
He Xing said tearfully. She spoke very loudly, so that the murderer could hear her determination. If all this really happened because of Jiang Yingjing, the murderer might be nearby, watching her...
Jiang Yingjing had no clue what was the matter with He Xing. He stared at her as if he was looking at an idiot.
He Xing was in despair because she made a fool out of herself in front of the male god. Coupled with the tragedy she suffered during this period, and the fact that she had no one that she could talk about it to, the pressure on her heart was as heavy as a boulder and He Xing almost collapsed. When it came to a matter of life-and-death, what face and what dignity?
He Xing rushed forward and hugged Jiang Yingjing's legs, crying as snot and tears streaming down her face.
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