That night, she still didn't go down after all.

The next morning. In the classroom, she was taking notes, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little weird. Then when she looked up, she saw Liang Nan standing at the door, her exquisite sculptural white face set against a few drops of crystal raindrops, and her pale thin lips as withered in the rain. flower.

His white shirt was dripping with water, just as if he had just taken it out of the water, he had been in the rain all night.

Regardless of everyone's surprised gaze, he crossed the stage and walked towards her in the last row.

The same table moved the book and staggered cognizantly and left the position next to her.

Liang Nan walked along the aisle to her side, and then sat down beside her under everyone's attention, and swayed her hair casually. A few tiny drops of water fell on her hands and books.

He lowered his head, his thin lips pressed tightly, and he was silent, making many people waiting for the good show a little bit embarrassed.

The old professor half-opened his mouth and was stunned for a long time before he came back to continue his lecture.

But there are still a few people's minds in his class after such a trouble.

She couldn't help but sigh after all.

The words were very clear, she didn't know what he meant by sitting next to her like this.

Just when he thought he would remain silent like this, he said, "I don't have a book."

He would tell her this every time he took time to accompany her in class, and then read a book with her.

Except for his dampness, it seemed that everything was the same as usual, nothing happened.

After she pushed the book to the middle, he didn't read the book but looked at her with scorching eyes.

She looked at the eloquent professor on the podium, taking notes in silence.

"Mengying, wrong." He suddenly said.

"What?" As soon as she looked up, his lips pressed against her ears and almost rubbed her cheeks.

"This place, remember it wrong!" He leaned closer, took out the pen in her hand, and drew two random lines on her notes.

It turned out that she had repeated a paragraph three times.

"Why..." Without warning, he suddenly buried his wet head into her warm neck.

"Liang Nan, I don't like you anymore." She repeated.

"I don't believe it." He repeated.

Why not believe it!

What she said is obviously the truth.

I have never liked it, I have never liked anyone, so I will not be sad when I give up.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter what she wants to grasp, those she wants to have, what she cherishes, will always disappear one by one.

She had a happy family, loved her parents, and an aunt who often brought her beautiful dolls.

However, one day, she and her mother were driven out, and the aunt took another little girl into her home.

That day, a little girl who was only four or five years old wore a red dress that was prettier than her, walked into her room and said pretentiously, "That's my dad! This is my home! All these toys will be mine in the future!"

"You nonsense! He is my father!" She pushed the little girl angrily.

"Wow..." The little girl burst into tears suddenly.

The father who rushed over from the living room suddenly rushed over and pushed her away nervously, looked at her defensively, and then comforted the little girl who was crying coquettishly with a petting smile that was once her unique.

She was pushed by her father and fell to the ground, her head knocked to the coffee table and kept bleeding...

At that moment, in addition to the sound of heartbreak, she heard her mother crying and cursing hysterically.