In the afternoon, when the math class made people sleepy, Xie Sui propped up the chair with his elbow and looked down at the top of the plane tree outside the window.
The unknown bird passed by bluffing, and the shadow of the tree swaggered.
His flexible fingertips quickly turned the black gel pen, and his light brown eyes seemed to have no focus.
The gel pen fell on the table. He took out his phone, by the way, and edited a message.
"Xiao Bai, did we know each other before?"
After editing, he thought for a moment, then clicked delete.
Headless, like a neurosis.
Xie Sui was sure that she hadn't known Jibai in the past, but for some reason, she seemed to know herself better than him.
Perhaps the two had a relationship in the past; maybe she is really her little lover.
Otherwise, he would have looked at her for the first time, and he would have fallen.