early morning.

"what's going on?"

Wang Qitian was idle and had nothing to do. He skipped class. It is impossible to study, and it is impossible to touch any books in this life. At this time, he was sitting on the edge of the roof of a tall building, with his legs dangling, shaking at will.

Supporting his face with one hand, he tilted his head and stared into the distance.

That intermittent feeling is sometimes very strong.

He didn't know what was the reason and what was there.

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