Tang Yuyan didn't go back to her dormitory, or maybe she went back to her dormitory, which was a mess, and there was an unpleasant stench on the table on the bed.

In the original days, she was always used to coming here and cleaning up hastily, but today was a special day, she unusually spent several hours cleaning the entire dormitory spotlessly, and placing a pot of tender flowers on the windowsill.

She went to the bathroom and got a bucket of water, clear and cold, took off all her clothes, submerged herself in the cold water, and carefully washed every inch of her skin.

There are some large and small marks on the white body, the new bruises are eggplant cyanosis or shrimp red, and the old bruises are fox or mink fur, the color of old tea. The girl put her hand on the wound as big as her hand, and washed the dirt from it little by little.

The girl seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, even if there was not an inch of dirt on her body, she still had to carefully rub every inch of skin more than three or four times, and the redness of the rubbing, along with the traces of that one, also came to life, and the pain stimulated her nerves.

But the pain didn't affect her, and she didn't even change her expression in the slightest, and repeated the act carefully until it was all done.

She dried herself and took out a small box from under the bed, in which was a small box of things, and when she opened it, it was a kind of white gelatinous substance.

She carefully smeared these things on every trace, perfectly concealing the scars all over her body, and her whole body shone like jade.

After doing all this, she put on her beautiful, unworn green dress again, straightened every inch of folds, and tied her hair into two beautiful ponytails.

In the mirror, she looked at herself, she was so beautiful and flawless, and when she looked at it, she began to cry, without making a sound, not even changing her expression, only the constant tears dripping like pearls with broken threads.

She stroked her face in the mirror, as white as an elf, and the girl laughed, a mixed smile, three self-deprecation, three ridicule, three hatred and one happiness.

The girl finally wiped away her tears and looked out the window, there was no light in the dark night, and the girl's eyes were dyed as black as night.

She carefully picked up a stool, placed it on the table, tied a long rope to the overhead cantilever beam, tied a knot, and then took out a small, white pill from her pocket and swallowed it in her stomach.

Slowly put her head in and kicked the stool, with the sound of the stool falling to the ground, her whole person was suspended here, but she didn't even have a trace of hideous look, and even a happy smile appeared on her face, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

The wind outside the window gently blows, fiddling with the hem of her skirt, and the tender flowers on the windowsill shake slightly under the wind.

This girl, who is as beautiful as an elf, like a flower, gradually loses all her vitality under the bottomless night sky.

With that happy smile on the corner of his mouth, there was not even a trace of tightness in his body, hanging like a doll.

"Wonderful despair, but not wonderful enough", a man quietly appeared in the girl's room, looking at the beautiful corpse in admiration, and then his fingers moved slightly, and a trace of bright silver silk thread condensed on the girl's skull, slowly condensed, forming a pink book, quietly placed on the table, not contaminated with a trace of dust.

And the man himself, as if it had never existed, slowly faded, and finally dissipated completely, leaving only the pink book to prove that he had come.

Until the first rays of the morning sun slowly rose, and the golden veil plated the girl's body, adding a layer of warmth to her pale face.

A few birds slowly flew up to the girl, chirping to wake up their princess, but they were doomed to be unable to do anything.

Breeze and sunshine, without a trace of exception, Lu Ming slowly climbed up on the bed, the flower on the windowsill that was inserted last night had begun to wither, the leaves were slightly wrinkled, and the petals fell off in two, suspended in the water.

Washing up and eating, everything seems to be exactly the same as usual today, and there is no difference in the morning class, except that the breeze by the window seems to be faintly different.

Lu Ming looked at the rising sun outside the window, and frowned slightly, the heat had gradually spread in Shrek Academy.

The morning is Wang Yan's class, and the afternoon is Zhou Yi's class, today's Zhou Yi seems to be a little different, as soon as he enters the classroom, he reveals a heavy atmosphere, and he is weak to speak.

even uncharacteristically remembered the course of the lecture unusually, until halfway through the lecture, she looked at Lu Ming, looking at the familiar position, Zhou Yi was silent for a moment, and her voice was slightly wrong

"Next, the squad leader will lead everyone to the playground for a run, and I will deal with some things first", the tremor and infarction can be clearly heard in the voice, which is not at all like Zhou Yi's style.

She slowly walked to the back, put a box on Lu Ming's desk, clenched her fists, didn't say a word, and fled out of the classroom.

The small and messy footsteps in the corridor could also reveal her inner unrest, and a little tear could be faintly seen in her eyes.

She slapped the railing in the corridor and covered her mouth, the Shrek Square in the distance was so silent, Zhou Yi clutched a letter in her hand, a letter of thanks from Tang Yuyan to herself, and a few insignificant handicrafts.

The hazy mist covered her eyes, Zhou Yi gritted her teeth, and walked towards the soul guide system step by step, the sun was shining on her body, she made a decision, and she wanted to practice this decision.

Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, looked at the small box blankly, and slowly opened it, inside were letters one after another, a few beautiful dried flowers.

Lu Ming didn't have time to look at what was written inside, so he put the box back into the bracelet in confusion and went downstairs to run with his classmates.

Nothing was different, the beautiful elf in the clean room had long since been taken elsewhere and given a gag order along with the classmates who found it.

It wasn't until Lu Ming returned to the cabin to prepare the meal that he heard the students passing by outside discussing what happened today, and their homeroom teacher told them that Tang Yuyan had dropped out of school.

Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, stopped chopping vegetables, and slowly opened the box, he probably knew who gave it to him.

The envelopes inside were written with the girl's thoughts, a blushing love letter, Lu Ming suddenly thought of the letter that the girl handed to him before, and slowly unfolded it, and it was also a love letter full of the girl's shy feelings.

Lu Ming smiled helplessly, glanced at it casually, put everything back in the box, and threw it into the space bracelet at random, and was about to go back to cook when he heard a familiar voice.

"Mr. Lu Ming, have you been having a good time lately?" The strange man appeared behind him out of thin air, with a mocking tone.

Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the man, and said flatly, "I don't make a deal with you, please go back, thanks to you, I have a very comfortable life."

The man showed a strange smile on his face, hummed a tune and circled around Lu Ming, and then bowed, "Mr. Lu Ming, I came this time specifically to send you warmth, don't worry, I won't make a deal with you this time anyway."

The man's smile made Lu Ming a little uneasy, and even a little panicked, he didn't believe that the man had any good intentions, frowned, and didn't answer.

The man took out a book with a pink cover from his arms, "Mr. Lu Ming, this gift, I hope you can like it"

With that meaningful smile, the man put the notebook back on the table, and his body slowly dissipated.

Looking at that book, Lu Ming had a vague premonition that this was not a good thing.

But curiosity was like an ant, filling his veins, moving back and forth with an unbearable itch.

He eventually opened the book, and the plague in it would spread throughout his body with his memory, causing him to suffer from a terminal illness of self-blame and pain.