Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back.
[Host, these are the memories of your previous life. Coincidentally, the peach tree spirit and you have a connection. You both lived in that modern dimension and were classmates!]
Su Yuening lowered her head, looking at the simple shoes with blurred eyes. The scenes of her previous life were still playing in her mind one by one.
Especially the hateful faces of some people and what they said, which kept appearing in my mind over and over again.
——"Student Su, you are a murderer. If you weren't sick and needed the notes, how could Tao Tao die on the way to deliver the notes?"
——"Mr. Su, it's all your fault. You're the one who harmed Tao Tao. You, a sinner, should go to hell and repent!!!"
"I knew Su Yuening was a jinx. I've heard her parents died at birth. I didn't believe it at first, but now that classmate Tao is dead, I have no choice but to believe it. Su Yuening, seriously, please drop out of school right now. We really don't want you to kill us one day."
——"Speechless. She's so solitary and doesn't fit in. I really don't know why Tao Tao wants to be friends with her."
——"Hahaha, luckily I had the foresight to never talk to this woman."
——"I hate her so much. So what if she's pretty? She has a weird temper and is not interesting at all!"
——"That's right, in my opinion, she doesn't deserve to be our classmate!"
In fact, these people are engaging in moral kidnapping.
In Su Yuening's previous life, she was hospitalized due to illness and had no idea that anyone would send her notes.
She had no idea that someone would die on the way to deliver the notes to her.
If she had known in advance, she would definitely not have let Tao Tao send her the notes.
It’s a pity that there is no advance medicine in the world, and people have no way of predicting what will happen next.
[Host, this peach tree spirit is your classmate from your previous life.]
[She deliberately faked her voice to be old, to commemorate the passing of time!]
In Su Yuening's mind, there was an image of a graceful little girl.
She picked up the peach blossom petals on the ground, her red lips parted slightly, a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes, "Odds change, evens remain the same; the sign depends on the quadrant."
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