The tall figure of a man is very memorable.
Du Bu'an didn't remember seeing him in University A. He looked not much older than him. He might have just graduated and was temporarily living in the family home of University A.
He pushed Zander Xuan's wheelchair, and Zander Xuan twisted his body and smiled, and the two behaved intimately.
Du Buan's mind was in a mess, and the first impression was not easily eliminated. The image of Zander Xuan as a cunning little fox took root in his heart. Zander Xuan's cell phone was still in his pocket, but Du Bu'an thought calmly in his jealousy: Regardless of objective factors, Zander Xuan didn't even think of notifying me when something happened. It was more that other people were willing to take care of him.
He squeezed the phone in his pocket tightly, and his fingers slowly slid across the cracks on the screen. The broken glass seemed to grow edges out of thin air, cutting his fingers and dripping with blood.
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