Xu Xiangyang had already prepared his stories in his mind—he liked stories, liked watching them, liked telling them, and thrilling horror stories were included in that.
Perhaps it was because of a lack of entertainment that young people of this era would choose to settle down during their leisure time to read books, even if they were just fictional magazines from street stalls.
But when he heard the words of the class monitor, he suddenly froze.
Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but stare at Zhu Qingyue's face, examining it closely to detect any hint from the subtle changes in her expression.
Yet the girl's smile was as gentle as ever, her eyes calm, and he could not discern her true thoughts.
"I want to hear it!"
Lin Xingjie's eyes lit up. Unlike Xu Xiangyang, who had already probed the matter, she was taken aback by the sudden confession—she saw it as a great opportunity to understand her close friend's past and didn't want to miss out.
