She clearly remembered that he transferred here suddenly, and he said it was because he liked this school, and he also said he would take her to see the sky with him, but now those are all false. So, he will not come to school again now.
Yet?
She wanted to calm down and pretend that nothing had happened. They were just secretly in love, and no one knew about it at school. He just pretended to like her, so she shouldn't be so lost because of him. If this continues
, she will definitely destroy herself.
She worked hard to return to her old life, and slowly began to become indifferent again. Xiaofeng had a boyfriend, so she went to the school library to read alone, went home alone, and ate rice noodles alone.
There is actually nothing wrong with this, Yinghan thought. If An Xinyan hadn't disturbed her, she really felt that her life was actually quite peaceful and normal.
On her way home after school, she was suddenly surrounded by An Xin Yan and a group of girls. They glared at Ying Han with great momentum. Only An Xin Yan in the middle had a look of helplessness. She approached Ying Han.
Han, covering his chest with a look of discomfort on his face, "You really don't like me, Brother Aze, and you can't even tell that there's something wrong with his abnormal words. Aren't you guys and girls? Then you should have discovered what he said.
In fact, they are all lies! He said he no longer likes you, but he is actually afraid that you will worry."
"What do you mean?" He was afraid that he would be worried. What was there to worry about? He just liked hurting people.
"Didn't you fall down the mountain together? He was seriously injured. After he was sent to the hospital, the doctor found out that he was terminally ill. He said he didn't like you because he was afraid of dragging you down. How could you bear to let him
Living in such pain, how can you have the right to say that you like him?" An Yanyan said at the end, tears streaming down her face.
An Xinyan's sad expression frightened Yinghan. She allowed Anxin Yan to hold her arm and cry bitterly. After a long time, she asked, "Where is he now?"
If she could, if she knew this was the case, she would never blame him for so long, and still regret meeting him. She was wrong, unreasonably wrong. She just wants to find him now, regardless of whether he has
Terminal disease, or she will die tomorrow. She doesn't want to lose him, not!