At that time, Xie Ju was eighteen years old and twenty-seven days old.

All the past are like death yesterday.

Han Shu did not attend the trial on that day's verdict, although his godmother repeatedly promised to find a way to get Xie Junian to be sentenced lightly.

He was wandering around the streets aimlessly. Somehow, he went to the department store. At the attentive greeting of the salesperson lady, he bought a pair of white canvas shoes, size 6.

After leaving the mall, it was cloudy and there was a hint of wind, which was his favorite weather.

Fang Zhihe called him.

"Han Shu, have you been bored at home recently? School is about to start. We plan to find a place to gather together. Have fun, will you come?"

Han Shu opened the shoe box with one hand and stroked the rough marks unique to the canvas.

There was a drop of rain in the sky, damn it, it changed.

He threw his shoes into the trash can on the side of the road.

"Come on, why don't you come in a happy place? Where are you?"

(End of the upper part)
Chapter completed!