She really couldn't imagine anymore, couldn't imagine what the two of them would do inside. She was never like this before, how could she suddenly become like this? Her indifference made her feel so strange, so sad, and so heartbroken.
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"Xiao Qi, I don't understand what you said. I really don't understand. You insulted me like this. I can understand that you are angry, but please tell me, why did you suddenly do this and say such ugly words to hurt me?"
Xia Xiaoxi looked at Yang Qi with disappointment and choked with sobs. Did she discover something?
Thinking of this, her heart felt as if something had hit her hard, and it hurt. Is it because she knew all that? Impossible, she wouldn't know, impossible...
"Humph" Yang Qi looked at Xia Xiaoxi and smiled coldly.
The bursts of laughter were so dazzling in her ears that her heart was cut by a knife, and she clutched her chest tightly to hide her pain.
"Pa" Yang Qi slapped Xia Xiaoxi on the face. She fell to the ground unconsciously, her forehead also hit the ground, and a little blood stained. Xia Xiaoxi covered her face and looked at it in disbelief.
With Yang Qi.
Her best friend actually hit her. Yang Qi was her good friend, so she endured it. She bit and endured it.
"Tell you, Xia Xiaoxi, you'd better not look at me with that pitiful look to win my sympathy. I've seen through a bitch like you. I didn't expect you to be as bitchy as your mother.
, you can sell your body for money, don’t think we don’t know anything. Now the whole school, no, the whole world knows your despicableness. Even if you kneel down and beg me in the future, I will never forgive you.
You bitch, you have no shame."
Yang Qi looked at her viciously, without thinking of any friendship, and humiliated her severely in front of her. After speaking, she twisted her buttocks and walked into the house.
Before Xia Xiaoxi had time to speak, the door had been closed with a 'bang', and she fell weakly to the ground. Thinking back to what Yang Qi had just said, her nose was sore and her tears could not stop rolling out.
It flowed through the face and onto the ground.
She struggled to get up from the ground and glanced at the closed door. Her heart felt like it had been dug back, and she was so painful that she lost all consciousness.
She finally understood what heartache meant. A knife-cut heart was not real heartache. Real pain was invisible and intangible. It hurt so much that she wanted to stab her heart with a knife. Tears flowed to the corners of her eyes and could not be shed. It was so bitter that her heart ached.