"Are you OK on the fifth day?" I can't help but ask.

"I'm ok, Xiaoqi. What's wrong with you?" On the fifth day of the junior year, he grabbed his head doubtfully and asked for help.

"it's OK." I shake my head, since the fifth day just happened, I don't want to say, let him know, but it will cause unnecessary pressure to his heart.

"is it really OK?" Come to me on the fifth day of the first year and stare at my face.

"you just kept shouting my name outside. I promised you loudly that you didn't hear me. I looked out through the crack of the door,...