He didn't know why this happened. His mother at home, passers-by on the road, and even his familiar classmates would inadvertently look like they wanted to kill him.

So, is he actually sick?

I started to get sick four years ago, with splitting headaches and the whole world becoming distorted and unreal.

I exercised in my bedroom for four years and felt better, but in fact I didn’t. Instead, my symptoms got worse?

…

…

"How long has it been since you woke up?"

Just as Xiao Xiao was asking himself in pain and confusion, a calm voice sounded.

Xiao Qi was startled and quickly turned his head, only to see that Yang Jia had appeared behind him without knowing when.

She leaned against the wall, holding a slender cigarette between her fingers, looking at herself with indifferent eyes.

"I……"

Xiao Xiao hesitated, trying to explain that he had just said he wanted to go to the bathroom.

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

"Hate?"

Xiao Xiao couldn't understand it, and looked at Yang Jia with confused eyes.

"Didn't you notice?"

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