She is a genius, but life is always against her. She has lived the way everyone wants her to live, but when will she be able to live for herself?
The sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed again, but this year she was the only one. Maybe this was the scene she had longed for countless times. At this time, the sun rose, and a ray of light shone through the sweet-scented osmanthus tree on her face, but she only saw empty eyes. Her erratic eyes stared straight ahead, not knowing whether it was joy or sadness. "Genius? Just a higher-level slave." "Have you really looked in the mirror? You are really brave to be alive until now." "Maybe, I am really As they said, they are with you because of your kindness. But now, I just feel that these are really not interesting for men. You have seen it, so let's go quickly, don't you want to have a couple?"... Every word was entangled in her mind like a nightmare. The shovel in her hand couldn't help but become heavier again and again. She smashed the osmanthus tree with her clenched fist. The sudden sound made her raise her head nervously.
"Don't be afraid, come on, give me your hand, I will take you away"...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
