Chapter 900
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Song Yaoyao felt as if she had returned to that sealed space, and even her breathing began to become difficult.
Huff, huff …
The wind was getting stronger, and the leaves were rustling. In the mountains, there seemed to be the sound of ghosts crying.
Her small face was pale, and her lips were slightly parted.
His body was already healthy, but his heart still felt especially uncomfortable. It was as if there was an invisible hand tightly clasping her neck, making it difficult for Song Yaoyao to breathe.
"Yaoyao!"
"Yaoyao, where are you?"
"Song Yaoyao!"
Those voices seemed to come from another space.
Song Yaoyao instinctively shrank even tighter, and her body trembled violently.
Don't agree, don't agree.
Brother said that she had to hide well. No matter who called her, don't agree.
She saw the blood staining his clothes, but he smiled and pushed her into a room. Then, he led the criminal away alone.
How long did she spend in that narrow space?
Her memories were very messy. Song Yaoyao trembled.
She seemed to have forgotten a lot of things.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes silently watched her.
The young girl weakly curled up, whimpering softly, like a wandering ghost in the mountains.
At the bottom of the steps, a slender figure saw this and was about to run over.
Her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Yu Sitian was shocked, and her scream was suppressed back into her throat. A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating a beautiful and delicate face. That pair of calm and dark eyes were suffused with a strange light.
"You are … Song Jingwan?"
They were all freshmen in the performing arts department. As a popular figure among the freshmen, Yu Sitian naturally recognized her.
What's more, she was one of the few students who had debuted before entering the school, and even became the female lead.
Many girls were secretly envious of her, and many wanted to be friends with her.
In addition to her ability, of course, there was also her background.
Who didn't know that she was a rich second generation? When she entered the school, she was picked up by a luxury car.
"Yu Sitian?"
"You know me?"
Yu Sitian was stunned. She looked at Song Jingwan suspiciously. She couldn't remember when she had spoken to Song Jingwan.
So, how did Song Jingwan know about her?
"Of course I know."
As if he knew what she was thinking, Song Jingwan curved his lips and spoke gently.
As the wind blew, it quickly dispersed.
Song Yaoyao, who was trying her best to hide in her own world, had no idea what was happening here. It was as if she couldn't wait to disappear from this world and stop experiencing fear.
"What do you want to do?"
Yu Sitian narrowed her eyes and quietly sized up Song Jingwan. She didn't think that Song Jingwan was hiding in the dark and spying on Song Yaoyao because she wanted to help her.
If he really wanted to, he would have gone over long ago, and he wouldn't have stopped her.
"Go down the mountain now and pretend that you didn't see anything."
"What did you say?"
Yu Sitian was surprised and found it funny. "Are you crazy?"
Song Yaoyao's behavior was very strange. It was as if she was very afraid of thunder and had a psychological shadow. Anyone with a shred of conscience would go over to help.
But now, Song Jingwan was stopping her and watching the show alone.
"Do you have a grudge against her?"
"Don't you?" Song Jingwan asked. She looked at Yu Sitian with a deep gaze. "Then how did you move from 507 to 406?"
Yu Sitian was stunned. "This has nothing to do with you. Let go."
She shook off Song Jingwan and walked up.
At this moment, Li Sinian's words echoed in her mind.
Wasn't this a good opportunity to get close to Song Yaoyao? She was very weak now, and Yu Sitian knew one of her weaknesses.
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