How did a holiday pass by without seeing each other, yet Ying Jing seems to see Lu Zishu like a nemesis?
Isn't he just a nemesis?
It's a blessing not to be cut to pieces.
"You really don't like him anymore?"
"I really don't like him anymore, I have someone I like..." Before the rest of the sentence could come out, a sharp voice interrupted.
"Some people! They really know how to pretend. On the surface they say they don't like or care, but in reality, to get Lu Zishu's attention, they've resorted to things like wrist-cutting and suicide."
The words shocked many in attendance.
Everyone's gaze fell on Ying Jing.
Even Zhao Qingran and their rehearsing group were drawn by the commotion.
Lu Zishu, who had returned, heard as well.
The speaker was Jiang Li, from the same year but different major as Ying Jing, and the vice president of the student council.
Also Ying Jing's nemesis, though Ying Jing never paid her any mind.
