Shhh, it's a secret...

I thought so, then got up, tidied up and got ready for the classroom.

I am not a person who likes to go to class, and I have never been a so-called good student, but staying in the dormitory alone is too quiet, quiet... It makes me feel terrible.

The moment I closed the bedroom door, there was an inexplicable chuckle from inside, as if mocking something, my whole body shivered, and I closed the door with a "snap".

The harsh sound of closing the door interrupted my boundless imagination, and also interrupted that clear smile.

I ran into the classroom covered in sweat, and sat down in my seat under the strange eyes around me.

It's just that the laughter seems to be still following me, making my scalp numb.

I looked at the keychain in my hand, it was cold in the hot summer, and the silver disc hanging in the middle reflected my face: sweat flowed down my forehead, it was my face, but somehow it was blurred One more tear mole...

I was so frightened that my whole body trembled, I put down the keychain abruptly, then grabbed the mirror of the girl behind me, and faced myself.

The mirror made of glass is as clean as new, looking at the still clean face reflected there, unconsciously touching the corner of the eye...

Nothing.

He let out a breath, and leaned limply on the chair: Fortunately, it's all an illusion.

Returning the mirror to the girl behind who hadn't reacted, she smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Zhang Xue."

Seeing that she was still in a daze, he turned around.

After a while, an excited but subdued female voice came from behind: "Hey, did you see that? Qiao Zuo actually took the initiative to talk to me!"

Listening to her lively, cheerful and energetic female voice, my dark and gloomy heart suddenly brightened.

What's the matter? He's been dead for three years. If he wanted to take revenge, he would have already done so. Why wait until this time?

My frowning brows relaxed, and I picked up my phone to check Weibo for a while.

Just at this moment, there was a noise at the door, I looked up, and a bloody hand came into view.

I stared blankly, the naked blood reflected in my dilated pupils, as if I went back to my childhood and saw the hideous wound on that tender white hand.

"Brother Shen, what's going on?!"

Xie Xu, Shen Xinhe's follower, rushed forward and asked with a frown.

It was as if the person who hurt Shen Xinhe was going to be cut into pieces.

Shen Xinhe waved his hand: "It's okay, a small injury, just cut by scissors..."

I didn't listen to what he said afterwards, and my mind was full of words like scissors, right hand, and wound!

Everything that happened just after waking up from the dream, I told myself desperately, don't be afraid, everything is a coincidence!

However, the face with the mole of tears engraved in my mind is so clear!A soft voice asked in my ear: "Xiao Qiao, do you really think this is a coincidence?"

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This article is a little bit dark~