"I'm far from perfect," the ordinary Gao Ming said with a bitter smile. His parents were both very ordinary and sometimes quarreled over trivial things. His academic performance was average; he felt he could neither lie down peacefully nor roll with the punches, and he believed he would lead an ordinary life forever.
Kind-hearted Gao Ming carried the body of the suicidal Gao Ming out of the room.
Carrying a living person and carrying a dead one feel completely different, something those who often carry bodies know all too well. Bodies are very heavy, yet Kind-hearted Gao Ming didn't seem to struggle much.
"Not only is he smart, but he also has such good physical strength?" the ordinary Gao Ming, carrying two backpacks, followed behind. Although he and Kind-hearted Gao Ming had exactly the same features, he felt that the other was much more handsome, "Maybe this is what it's like to be around someone with a cleaner aura? I inexplicably feel very comfortable with him."
