The back gate of No. 5 Middle School.
The boy, dressed in a casual white tracksuit, stood under the lush tree, waiting.
Last night, Yan Chiyu asked Tiezhu to deliver a message to Cuihua, who then passed it on to Wuyue. They agreed to meet at the school's back gate at 10 a.m. this morning, all for the sake of Qiu Liqi.
Of course, because Cuihua gritted her teeth under her master's threats and didn't tell Yan's father about Cheng Pingxi, Yan Chiyu was completely unaware of the matter.
The car stopped at the back door, and two people got out.
Yan Chiyu's usually indifferent expression froze.
He rarely saw Wu Yue walking so close to other boys; the two were standing close together, side by side. The boy had a graceful figure and a slender build. His face was completely covered by a mask, but although his face was not visible, his inherent elegance was undeniable, and he undoubtedly possessed an exceptional demeanor.
“Yan Chiyu.” Wu Yue stepped forward quickly.
"..."
The boy's thoughtful gaze passed over Wu Yue and landed on Cheng Pingxi's head.
Wu Yue looked slightly excited. "You've taken a liking to my brother?"
"Tch, what are you saying?" Yan Chiyu suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and said lazily, "I saw the death aura above his head. The fact that he's still alive is your doing, isn't it?"
Cheng Pingxi, standing beside them: "..."
One or two of them are not ordinary people?
[My brother is starting to question the meaning of life.]
[Screenshots, oohoo!]
The three of them look so good together!!
[Beauty Overload]
[About to see a ghost]
[You were such a killjoy! I love it.]
[Hahahahahahahahaha what the heck?!]
Sports equipment warehouse.
"Sun Yingning, come out."
"Didn't you want to see Cheng Pingxi? We've brought him here."
Despite possessing a lifespan of two hundred years, Cheng Pingxi was essentially still an ordinary person. Standing here, he couldn't see any "people" other than Wu Yue and Yan Chiyu.
Sun Yingning floated not far away, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt.
"He can't see me..."
Qiu Liqi, Lin Tian, and Xie Fangfang are connected to his death, so Sun Yingning is willing to let them see him.
But Cheng Pingxi was different. To him, she was just an ordinary stranger. There was no connection between them, and without connections, there was no bond. This also meant that she couldn't use her ghostly powers to make Cheng Pingxi see her.
Even with a mask on, Cheng Pingxi could feel a chilling aura swirling around him, and he instinctively looked toward the place with the heaviest yin energy.
His jet-black eyes met Sun Yingning's bloodshot eyes without hesitation.
Cheng Pingxi had no idea that his glance would instantly bring tears to the girl's eyes.
She had always longed to see him in person one day.
Then tell him, "Cheng Pingxi. My name is Sun Yingning, and I'm your fan. I like you!"
She once fantasized that she was like the protagonist of a story—crossing the bustling crowds, the endless traffic, and the distance she had to run to reach him.
How she longed to see him!
That's enough for now.
Thank you.
Sun Yingning bowed deeply in the direction of Wu Yue, "I saw Qiu Liqi turn herself in. Thank you, thank you... I'm really very grateful."
Tears of blood slid from the corner of her eye, falling onto the muddy ground and staining it into a tiny crimson flower.
Wu Yue slowly turned her head and glanced at Yan Chiyu.
Yan Chiyu understood, walked to Cheng Pingxi's side, and raised his hand to touch Cheng Pingxi's forehead.
A few breaths later, Cheng Pingxi stood there, stunned.
Even though Sun Yingning was in her normal, serene and graceful state at the moment, he would occasionally see the gruesome scene of her death.
I couldn't help but think of myself yesterday.
His eyes and brows immediately radiated a gentle kindness.
"Hello." Just two short words, but they sounded really nice.
It is clear and refreshing, like a cold spring striking a stone, or pearls and jade falling onto a plate.
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