He didn't know why this happened. His mother, pedestrians on the road, and even classmates he knew would inadvertently look like he wanted to kill him.

So, is it actually I am sick?

I started to get sick four years ago, with a split headache, and the whole world would become distorted and unreal.

I have been holding it in the bedroom for four years and I feel better, but in fact I haven't. Instead, my symptoms are more serious?

...

...

"How long have you been awake?"

Just as Xiao Xiao asked himself in pain and confusion, a calm voice rang.

Xiao Qi was shocked, turned his head quickly, and saw that Yang Jia had appeared behind him at some point.

She leaned against the wall, with a slender cigarette between her fingers, looking at herself with a faint look on her eyes.

"I……"

Xiao Xiao hesitated a little and wanted to explain that he had just said he was going to the bathroom.

But Yang Jia suddenly interrupted him and said, "I'm asking you, how long has you been awake? How could you attract so much hatred?"

"Hate?"

Xiao Xiao couldn't understand it anymore and looked at Yang Jia with a confused look.

"Didn't you find out?"

In the slight mint-smelling smoke, Yang Jia's eyes seemed a little mysterious, and she said softly: "This city is fake..."
Chapter completed!