Last night, Wei Xiaofeng had another dream, and a girl who was as gentle as water appeared in the dream, and Xiaofeng knew her name: Zhong Xiaoye. She kept smiling at Xiao Feng without saying a word, and then disappeared into a white light.

From today onwards, dormitory 418 will truly be at peace, and no more strange things will happen. Because last night, the seventh member of the dormitory who had been there had quietly left her second home for six years had quietly and forever.

Wei Xiaofeng stood by the door and hung up the phone. Just after she finished talking to Xia Yuyu on the phone, she learned that Deng Xuan had confessed all the facts to the other two roommates: Lu Yuan and Zheng Huijiao, and got their understanding. Zhong Xiaoye's five roommates before his death completely walked out of the shadow of this incident, and they said that they would bury this matter in their hearts forever and never touch it again.

Wei Xiaofeng looked around at this ordinary but extraordinary bedroom, looked down at the clean and tidy ground, then looked at the bright and clean mirror on the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony opposite, and finally looked up at the empty crossbar—the items scattered all over the ground, the words on the mirror that were as red as blood, and the sad white figure...... Three years ago and three years later, different scenes from the same place intersected in her mind and will become memories that she will never forget. But fortunately, everything that lasted for three years is over.

Wei Xiaofeng walked leisurely onto the balcony, letting the winter afternoon sun wrap every inch of her body.

It's what it's like to be alive!

"If it weren't for three years ago, maybe you'd be enjoying it, right? Maybe we can be good sisters who talk about everything, right? Sister Xiaoye ......" Wei Xiaofeng said silently in his heart, a faint smile raised at the corner of his mouth.

What Wei Xiaofeng didn't realize was that if it hadn't been for what happened three years ago, maybe her and Zhong Xiaoye's lives wouldn't have intersected.

But who's for sure?

(End of Volume 1)

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