The scumbag punisher

The girl stood on top of the tall building, tears falling down.

Li Mingming raised his head and saw that she was like a flying bird, but finally fell down heavily.

"Snapped."

A life is lost just like that.

Li Mingming was suddenly confused.

Did what he did indirectly kill a girl who was unrequited love?

Li Mingming remembered the encounter in the library.

The girl is shy and excited, without his intervention, would she have a happy story with Li Bian?

People come and go.

Because of the tragedy of the girl, the school is closed.

Li Mingming was crawling like a snail with his schoolbag on his back.

He looked at the ground, stepping on the shattered sunlight, shining brightly and twinkling.

The shadows of the leaves cast under his feet.

He walked a very long road, looked up and met a gentle boy.

It's obviously his fault, why can you still laugh so innocently?

But Li Bian approached him step by step, and suppressed his smile as if he understood what he was thinking.

Li Bian lowered his head slightly, his expression surprisingly calm.

Li Mingming took a step back.

Li Bian saw a shadow across Mingming's face, covering his scar.

Li Bian stretched out his hand, but Li Mingming took another step back.

"You're sorry for her," the boy added with a trembling voice, "Me too."

Li Bian moved his mouth and found his voice after a while: "...you are not wrong."

Secret love is such a difficult time.

Unspoken words, revised love letters, blatant partiality.

Li Mingming really wants to say, it's all your fault.

After all, it is a person's death.

Li Bian's eyes fell on the scar on Li Mingming's face, tender and uneasy.

You can see how gentle he is, but this gentleness is so cheap that it becomes boring.

Li Mingming walked straight past him.

For a moment, Li Bian wanted to grab his hand and tell him that he regretted it.

Sorry to meet you so late.

Sorry to disappoint you.

But he thought about many, many things.

More panic than guilt.

Li Bian thought, the person he fell in love with so hard, how could he be condemned before he could cherish it?

Maybe Li Mingming came to punish him.

Li Bian stood for a long time, and finally followed the direction Li Mingming was walking, slowly looking for his footprints.