Ye Qingyu struggled all the way to school and stepped into the classroom door with a depressed expression.
"Qingyu, there seems to be something wrong with your face, are you uncomfortable?" Her best friend and deskmate Xiaoyu asked a little worriedly when he saw her face was gray.
Ye Qingyu put down her schoolbag, sighed, and said with a bit of vicissitudes of life: "It's hard to put it into words."
