"Li Yang in the third row, third column, I know it was you who sent the chocolates that day, I'm sorry I didn't respond to you."
[The warmth remaining on the pages is like longing.]
[Mocking someone's haggard face.]
[Remembering a familiar smile.]
[Closing my eyes, becoming a little more cowardly.]
The students, already on the verge of collapse, all rushed toward Motan, but were soon frightened by her chaotic slashing. Although they managed to hit her quite a few times, they still couldn't stop the appalling massacre, not even managing to escape the classroom through the front door.
A few minutes later, after the last girl curled up in the corner was stabbed in the lung, there was no one alive in the classroom except for Motan and the boy in the corner.
He looked at her calmly, his lips curling into a bitter smile.
She looked at him coldly, standing there covered in wounds.
[The sweet words I wanted to say, covered in dust, halting my steps.]
