Could it be that, the lucky white boy?

Yes, Xing Tai, who was in a daze, finally remembered this strange story she had heard.

She began to feel the absurdity of life.

Because recently, girls have encountered too many "things" that cannot be explained by science.

At this moment, the wind blew.

The boy's white hair trembled slightly, and a few strands fell down on his forehead.

The scattered hair has a texture like glass, reflecting the other person's pink eyes.

And that empty, lackluster expression.

It's like an exquisite handicraft.

Beautiful and completely lifeless.

Xing Tai smelled a faint fragrance.

The young man stood firmly on the spot, motionless.

It seems to be completely separated from this busy world.

He was meditating on some unknown things, and his serious and focused demeanor made the girl subconsciously remain silent.

The two people were standing across the street, facing each other.

Xing Tai looked at the young man and forgot what to do for a moment.

She felt like she was watching a snowfall that might stop at any time.

So I didn't want to disturb or make any noise.

But the young man's pupils suddenly moved.

He probably noticed Xing Tai's presence.

So, among the crowd that seemed to be fading away, the boy raised his eyes and looked at the girl.

And opened his thin lips.

"You, can you see me?"

That dull voice.

When it was transmitted, it seemed extremely clear.

Today, Xing Tai encountered another urban legend.
Chapter completed!