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"I'm talking to you. Why are you sighing at such a young age?" asked the youth. He was probably used to people falling for his beauty the first time they met, so he continued to probe Meng Jiao.

Meng Jiao suddenly remembered that she should be badly bruised and ugly now, 'It's over, it's too embarrassing!'

After thinking about it again, Meng Jiao decided that it was too late to hide. She might as well face it calmly. Beauty and ugliness were not important to her.

Thinking of that, Meng Jiao relaxed and sighed, "Of course, I'm sighing about how difficult it is to live!"

The handsome young man smiled. When he smiled, his eyes curved and even the sunset lost its color. He asked, "How old are you, and do you already feel that life is difficult?"

Meng Jiao said seriously, "What does it have to do with how old I am? Everyone would have their problems regardless of age. A twenty year old could solve a twelve years old's problem because he could but not the other way round."

The handsome man's smile gradually froze, and his expression became serious. He asked, "Then what should the twelve years old do?"

"Of course, she should think like a twenty-year-old to solve the problem of a twelve-year-old," Meng Jiao said casually.

The handsome man's expression became serious as he muttered, "It's not that easy for a twelve-year-old to think like a twenty-year-old!"

"Yeah, it's not easy. That's why I feel that living is difficult. So what? If I wanted to live, then I had to think of a way. If I couldn't change the world, then I had to change myself. As long as I am alive, there will always be a way." Meng Jiao suddenly felt that what she said was very philosophical.

"Little one, how old are you?" The handsome guy asked with a puzzled expression.

Meng Jiao rolled her eyes at him and said, "I've said it has nothing to do with age."

The handsome guy said, "It does matter. If you were twelve years old and could have such enlightenment, you would be a little freakish."

Meng Jiao widened her eyes and said, "Didn't anyone tell you how ugly you looked?"

The handsome man was stunned for a moment. He felt like he was looking for a mirror, but he immediately stopped. Meng Jiao burst out laughing. She suddenly felt that he was quite cute, handsome and cute.

"Little one, you're also very ugly," said the handsome guy helplessly.

Meng Jiao was stunned. She reached out to touch her face and asked, "Am I that ugly?"

The handsome man smiled, a smile that came from the bottom of his heart, and said, "We are both uglies. It has nothing to do with appearances."

Meng Jiao felt that it made sense. She nodded and said, "I'm actually not that ugly. I'm just a little badly injured."

The handsome man slowly stopped smiling and asked curiously, "How did you get hurt? It doesn't look like you fell on your own."

Meng Jiao touched her face again and touched the wound on her forehead. She grimaced in pain and said, "Well, even a 360-degree fall wouldn't have caused this. I was beaten up by someone."

The handsome guy frowned and asked, "Such cruelty. Who'd hit a child that badly?"

"My classmates," Meng Jiao said lightly.

The handsome guy said seriously, "So it was school bullying. Why? Why did they hit you?"

Meng Jiao rolled her eyes at him and explained, "I bet people like you never got bullied in your life once. Naturally, you wouldn't understand what those people were thinking. On the surface, the reason why I was beaten up was that I ranked second in my class and grade, causing some people to lose face. The real reason should be that they simply didn't like me. Who knows?"

Meng Jiao shrugged and continued, "Some people in this world don't need a reason to be evil. They don't have a purpose. They just do evil for the sake of evil."

The handsome guy looked at Meng Jiao thoughtfully. Suddenly, there was movement behind him. He said apologetically, "I have to go back. Thank you, Little Cheeky. I really like chatting with you!"

'Little Cheeky? What kind of name was that?' Meng Jiao thought.

She watched as the handsome guy stood up and returned to his room. She sighed and said, "He's quite tall!"

A tall and handsome man chatting with Meng Jiao. He even thanked her which made her mood feel much better.

The words she said about missing a handsome man were actually meant for herself.

Nothing was more important than living. Only by living could one plan.

The servant brought Meng Jiao dinner. It was obvious that it was prepared at home, and the servant's attitude was obviously more respectful than before.

It should be because Meng Jiao's family already knew about her results, and Meng Yao probably would not be able to get away with it so easily.

When Meng Wei came to see Meng Jiao, she was leaning against the headboard with her eyes closed to rest. She was feeling a little depressed because when she went to the bathroom, she accidentally looked in the mirror and saw how ugly she was in the mirror.