A stinging remark made Song Xiaobai tighten his grip on the knife once again. Highly nervous, he rejected Heyue's suggestion: "No!"
The pizza was delicious, and he really wanted to know what Jingcheng looked like, but he cared even more about his friends.
Since he was a little boy, he had never had any friends. Everyone he met gave him a wide berth, offering him nothing but spittle, contempt, and insults.
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