Nuo Yan squeezed the letter in her hand tightly. This should be regarded as the first love letter she received, and it was also a love letter for a date.
Nuo Yan frowned slightly, what should she wear? After all, this is school. Nuo Yan's family is not very wealthy, and she usually doesn't pay much attention to dressing up. She only has a few clothes on weekdays, except for a few sets.
Apart from school uniforms, there are not many other items.
However, since the last signature of the letter was drawn on that button, why not just wear that meaningful piece of clothing.
She didn't usually wear that dress, but she kept it with her all the time. She made a decision in her heart, so Nuo Yan hurriedly went to the suitcase to find the white shirt.
Finally, she found it quickly. Just when she took out the snow-white shirt and put it on happily, she found that one button was missing, and it was the top button.
Strange? How come one button is missing? Where was it lost? When was it lost?
She was a little anxious in her heart. Although this dress was very ordinary, every button on it was precious to her. She regarded every button as if it were a treasure.
She hurriedly rummaged in the suitcase carefully, but she rummaged through it and still couldn't find the missing pink-purple button. Where was the button lost? How could it be missing? When was it lost?
?
Since the button is not in the suitcase, where is it? Could it be lost somewhere in the dormitory, such as under the bed, under the table, or in the corner?
I searched everywhere, but couldn't find the button, and time passed quietly before I realized it.
Nuo Yan took out her old antique mobile phone and looked at the time on it. It was already 4:50.
Oops, the agreed time is five o'clock, and now it's only ten minutes away.
It seems that the pink and purple button is really lost and cannot be found. But fortunately, the top button is lost, which does not affect the overall feeling of wearing it. If the middle button is lost, then
She might have to take it off and then change positions.
Without thinking about anything else, because the appointed time was coming soon, Nuo Yan simply straightened her clothes in the mirror, then quickly walked out of the dormitory and went straight to the date place - the coffee next to the campus.
hall.
However, Nuo Yan, who was just walking out in a hurry, did not look at the road carefully because she was too panicked. Just as she walked to the corner of the corridor, she accidentally bumped into Ling Mo Qi who had just come out of the 426 dormitory.
He also knocked her to the ground.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Nuo Yan quickly helped Ling Moqi up, with an apologetic look on her face.
"I'm fine," Ling Moqi stood up.
"I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first. I'm sorry." Nuo Yan hurriedly said a few words of apology, then turned around and ran forward quickly, because if she didn't run, it would really be too late. This was her first time.
You can't be late for an appointment.
The collision was so sudden that Ling Moqi did not react. If she could react, she would not be the one who was knocked down.
It's just that she didn't see the girl who knocked her down clearly just now, but she vaguely saw the familiar button.
Wait a minute, isn’t that button the one found at the scene where Cai Feiyi was killed?
Could it be? The murderer is the person just now!
Without enough time to think about it, Ling Moqi turned around and ran forward quickly, but did not find the girl just now. Could it be that she had gone downstairs?
You can't let her go, you can't let her disappear from your sight like this, because the girl with the same buttons on her clothes is very likely to be the so-called murderer. Even if she is not the murderer, she will have some connection with Cai Feiyi's case.
So Ling Moqi hurriedly ran to the entrance of the corridor and chased her forward. Maybe she was too impatient, or maybe her classmates poured too much water when they were fetching water on the stairs. She was not paying attention, and her foot slipped and she fell from the second floor.