The sunlight at the school gate was still so dazzling, and the classrooms were still stuffy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but today, they all seem so beautiful and worthy of nostalgia.

Stroking the dusty transparent glass, the delicate touch, she had never cared about it before.

This used to be her corner. This window will only be opened for her alone.

Old friend, let me wipe you again, and no one will come to see you in the future.

She knew that soon, the school would be moving. The land has been bought, and the school building will definitely be demolished. Just a window pane, how can there be a reason not to throw it away?

This is where she is, and no one will want to get close to her, to an ice cube face, an ugly guy, a scumbag of scumbags.

She wiped it little by little until it was shiny as new. Luo Jianhan sighed, finally relentlessly, walked to her seat, a touch of silver crossed, she fell asleep, forever and forever.

The silver-white mechanical pencil was stained with a strange red, like a spotless white rose soaked in blood, and then drifted away—the mechanical pencil fell to the ground with a sound that was not light. The classroom was quiet, and the sudden sound seemed so pleasant, but unfortunately, no one listened.

Luo Jianhan's soul was separated from **, and she clearly saw herself lying on the table with a bloody wound on her neck, which made her transparent soul's eyes (if there were eyes on her soul) a little dull - how could ordinary people see their bodies appear in front of their eyes with their own eyes?

A feeling of dizziness came, and now Luo Jianhan, who was a soul body, had lost her sense of touch, and this sudden feeling of dizziness made her have the illusion that she was still alive and had not committed suicide. Of course, this is impossible.

The weightlessness of the second arrival made Luo Jianhan very painful, although she thought it was quite exciting when she played the roller coaster, but the weightlessness that lasted for a few points was not her, and an adult couldn't bear it! She would rather pass out herself now than suffer from weightlessness anymore. But what made her faint even more was that she was awake now! Fainted? Not even a little sleepy!

The sense of weightlessness is getting stronger and stronger, Luo Jianhan is holding on, and she has a thought in her subconscious - if she can't hold it now, she can't even maintain her soul state. Luo Jianhan's will is so strong that even a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time is estimated to be admired.

I, I don't want to dissipate

Luo Jianhan's last thought before he lost consciousness was like this.

The world in front of her showed a vague outline, and an unknown scent of extremely pleasant smell enveloped Luo Jianhan's nose, which made her previously sleepy head much clearer. And the blurred vision should be the consequence of her myopia glasses have disappeared.

But she has no interest in studying where the glasses are going right now. The room she was in now felt strange to her, but it was even more unfamiliar—furniture made of rosewood and mahogany was everywhere as if it were worthless. And even Luo Jianhan, who is only half-aware of antique furniture, can see that there is a yellow rosewood table in the room, and it looks better than the few expensive rosewood tables she has seen on the Internet before. That's a Ming Dynasty Huanghuali painting table that was successfully auctioned at a price of 16.2 million! Thinking of this, Luo Jianhan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth a few times - if he was really the owner of this room, then how rich he should be! What's more, it doesn't seem like this table is the most valuable thing in this room. Blue and white porcelain, jade, and all kinds of antiques are dazzling.

Luo Jianhan got up, she thought about why she came here. But the soul is the most mysterious thing in the world. So she didn't know why.

At this moment, the door was opened. Luo Jianhan hurriedly sat back on the bed. At this moment, she was nervous enough to hear her heartbeat.