Lin Jiyue took her hand and shook her head gently: "I'm not hungry, I just feel tired. Leave me alone and go to class quickly."
Su Liqian sighed: "Well, you have a good rest and I will help you ask for sick leave."
Having been friends with Lin Jiyue for so many years, how could she not understand her temperament? The more she acted like she was fine, the more it meant something was wrong, but she couldn't help much. Besides, I was listening to Professor Mo today.
The news has arrived, hey...
Lin Jiyue was the only one left in the dormitory. She fell weakly on the bed, thinking that she would not be able to sleep, but she didn't expect that she fell into a deep sleep as soon as she touched the pillow.
In her dream, Lin Jiyue dreamed of Zhuang Licheng.
The two of them were preparing for the engagement party and were planning to go on their honeymoon after getting engaged. Zhuang Lizheng happily took her shopping to buy her belongings and planned to go skiing at that time. Lin Jiyue said she didn't know how, so he said it wouldn't be difficult to learn.
He will teach her himself when the time comes.
The two of them had been walking around the street, and it happened that a private photography studio opened that day, and they were invited to take a free trial shot.
Lin Jiyue is wearing an old-style cheongsam, with pearl accessories lined on the edge of the piping, and graceful lotus embroidered on the satin surface, which is classic and beautiful. Zhuang Licheng is wearing a heroic Chinese tunic suit from the Republic of China, which looks very...
Upright and atmospheric.
The photographer praised the two of them for looking like a couple, and Zhuang Licheng couldn't stop laughing from ear to ear after hearing this.
He said, Xiaoyue, you have to believe me.
He said, Xiaoyue, I really want to marry you right away.
He said, Xiaoyue, I love you.
…
But when she stretched out her hand to grab him, Zhuang Licheng suddenly disappeared.
Lin Jiyue sat up suddenly. The quilt she was holding in her hands was wet with tears. She slowly opened her eyes. The dormitory was dull and dull. The sky outside was a haze. It seemed like it was going to rain again. She smiled bitterly. It turned out that
Even God knows how to match her mood.
Lin Jiyue groped under the pillow for a while, and pulled out the nostalgic old photo she and Zhuang Licheng took that day on the street. It had an old background, a reserved expression, and was very much in the style of the Republic of China. Anyone who has seen it
It is said that they are a perfect match, and they may have been husband and wife in their previous life.
She rubbed Zhuang Licheng's face a few times with her slender fingers. She could only see Zhuang Licheng in her eyes and heart, and her breathing was tightened. Unfortunately, he was not by her side. She didn't even know how he was doing now.
For the first time, she experienced firsthand what it meant to feel like a knife was twisting her heart.
The phone on the desk kept vibrating. She rubbed her brows and climbed to pick it up.
"Lin Jiyue, come to my office right now. I have something important to tell you." Professor Mo's voice was slightly serious and heavy.
Lin Jiyue's head skipped a beat. She wiped away her tears and replied, "Yes, I'll be there soon."
What was supposed to come finally came. In fact, she had already had a premonition that what Su Liqian heard was not based on speculation, but she still ridiculously wanted to hide in a snail shell, thinking that she would be fine if she didn't think about it, but her shell was not hard enough.
, it was smashed into pieces at once.
Lin Jiyue took care of herself a little, put on a light make-up to cover up her fatigue, and then walked to the office building.
When they met, Professor Mo looked not very good, with a straight face without a smile. When he saw Lin Jiyue, he immediately asked: "Is this you?"
A frame of photos was spread out on the table. She was very familiar with them. They were the photos she received in the mailbox a while ago of her being molested by Hu Yueze in the club. Lin Jiyue took her hand and shook her head gently: "I'm not hungry."
, I just feel tired, please leave me alone and go to class quickly."
Su Liqian sighed: "Well, you have a good rest and I will help you ask for sick leave."
Having been friends with Lin Jiyue for so many years, how could she not understand her temperament? The more she acted like she was fine, the more it meant something was wrong, but she couldn't help much. Besides, I was listening to Professor Mo today.
The news has arrived, hey...
Lin Jiyue was the only one left in the dormitory. She fell weakly on the bed, thinking that she would not be able to sleep, but she didn't expect that she fell into a deep sleep as soon as she touched the pillow.
In her dream, Lin Jiyue dreamed of Zhuang Licheng.
The two of them were preparing for the engagement party and were planning to go on their honeymoon after getting engaged. Zhuang Lizheng happily took her shopping to buy her belongings and planned to go skiing at that time. Lin Jiyue said she didn't know how, so he said it wouldn't be difficult to learn.
He will teach her himself when the time comes.
The two of them had been walking around the street, and it happened that a private photography studio opened that day, and they were invited to take a free trial shot.
Lin Jiyue is wearing an old-style cheongsam, with pearl accessories lined on the edge of the piping, and graceful lotus embroidered on the satin surface, which is classic and beautiful. Zhuang Licheng is wearing a heroic Chinese tunic suit from the Republic of China, which looks very...
Upright and atmospheric.
The photographer praised the two of them for looking like a couple, and Zhuang Licheng couldn't stop laughing from ear to ear after hearing this.
He said, Xiaoyue, you have to believe me.
He said, Xiaoyue, I really want to marry you right away.
He said, Xiaoyue, I love you.
…
But when she stretched out her hand to grab him, Zhuang Licheng suddenly disappeared.
Lin Jiyue sat up suddenly. The quilt she was holding in her hands was wet with tears. She slowly opened her eyes. The dormitory was dull and dull. The sky outside was a haze. It seemed like it was going to rain again. She smiled bitterly. It turned out that
Even God knows how to match her mood.
Lin Jiyue groped under the pillow for a while, and pulled out the nostalgic old photo she and Zhuang Licheng took that day on the street. It had an old background, a reserved expression, and was very much in the style of the Republic of China. Anyone who has seen it
It is said that they are a perfect match, and they may have been husband and wife in their previous life.
She rubbed Zhuang Licheng's face a few times with her slender fingers. She could only see Zhuang Licheng in her eyes and heart, and her breathing was tightened. Unfortunately, he was not by her side. She didn't even know how he was doing now.
For the first time, she experienced firsthand what it meant to feel like a knife was twisting her heart.
The phone on the desk kept vibrating. She rubbed her brows and climbed to pick it up.
"Lin Jiyue, come to my office right now. I have something important to tell you." Professor Mo's voice was slightly serious and heavy.
Lin Jiyue's head skipped a beat. She wiped away her tears and replied, "Yes, I'll be there soon."
What was supposed to come finally came. In fact, she had already had a premonition that what Su Liqian heard was not based on speculation, but she still ridiculously wanted to hide in a snail shell, thinking that she would be fine if she didn't think about it, but her shell was not hard enough.
, it was smashed into pieces at once.
Lin Jiyue took care of herself a little, put on a light make-up to cover up her fatigue, and then walked to the office building.
When they met, Professor Mo looked not very good, with a straight face without a smile. When he saw Lin Jiyue, he immediately asked: "Is this you?"
A frame of photos was spread out on the table. She was very familiar with them. They were the photos she had received in the mailbox a while ago in which she was molested by Hu Yueze in the club.