A few days later, the door was pushed open.
I thought it was my dad trying to persuade me to eat again, so I didn't turn around and kept staring out the window.
A girl in a white dress sat down next to me.
"Shen Muyao, didn't you go to school?"
"Um."
"Are you here to try and persuade me too? No need, I'm fine."
"Um."
She nodded vigorously, then didn't say anything more, but just moved closer to me and looked out the window with me.
The morning passed just like that.
I turned to look at her: "Is there anything you want to say?"
She shook her head and carefully wiped the corner of my eye.
For the first time, I saw heartache on her face.
I forced a smile.
"Don't feel sorry for me, it's all my fault."
Shen Muyao lowered her hand and said seriously, "It is indeed your fault."
I was stunned for a moment, and then I felt somewhat relieved.
It really is my fault. Even my best friend thinks so, and everyone else is lying to me.
"It's your fault for not taking care of yourself. Aunt Jiang will also be upset if she sees you like this."
"You won't solve the problem this way; you'll only make Uncle Feng more upset."
“Life goes on. Do you want to keep blaming yourself like this? Aunt Jiang will be very sad.”
I never imagined that Shen Muyao would say so much, and spout so many profound principles.
That afternoon, she talked and talked.
She even helped me open the birthday gift she gave me.
It's a very pretty glass bottle filled with wishing stars.
That year, I was 9 years old.
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