Luo Jin
Ice-cold water dripped from the tips of his hair, wetting his pale cheeks. Luo Jin kept his head down, strands of black hair plastered against his forehead, water droplets sliding along his jawline and bleeding into a dark stain at the collar of his uniform. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles showed white and sharp, as if he were desperately holding back something inside.
You suddenly snapped to your senses—your hand was still clutching the empty cup, surrounded by the sharp, mocking laughter of your classmates. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes.
"Satisfied?"
His dark green eyes were like stagnant water, terrifyingly still, sending a chill down your spine. You were done for. You had transmigrated into a book, and into the body of the canon fodder female character who bullied the future arch-villain. Help! Is it too late to get down on your knees and beg?!
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