"Are you trying to kill yourself?"
The voice came from behind.
Xu Jiuru turned around, "Why, do you wish me dead?"
Lin Qiunan walked up.
She still remembered the first time she met Xu Jiuru. At that time, they were eighteen years old.
She was a girl from a small town, and the locals in Imperial City were somewhat arrogant, looking down on those who spoke with an accent. School had started for a while, and no one in the class had spoken to her.
Xu Jiuru was the first one to greet her, "Hello."
She was stunned at that moment, "H-hello."
Xu Jiuru, at eighteen, was very pretty, composed yet approachable, "My name is Xu Jiuru, what's yours?"
"Qiunan." She instantly liked the intellectual and gentle girl, smiling as she said, "My name is Lin Qiunan."
"Can I sit next to you?"
"Yes."
The seat next to her had been empty for days. Xu Jiuru sat down.
During the break, Xu Jiuru wrote her a note, "Lunch together?"
She replied with one word: "Okay."
