“I’ve finally made peace with myself.”
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With his hands swollen and red, Chen Beichuan put on her feet the white canvas shoes she liked, bought with the money he’d saved for ages to get himself a motorcycle.
“I bought them for you, so let me put them on you.”
“Our little Yuyi looks good in anything.”
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At the end of December, Chen Beichuan finally met with disaster.
Everyone showed their true colors.
.
That’s just how the world is.
They remember you with fake expressions, when really they can’t wait for you to die.
They pin every despicable word on you,
then forget it all in the end.
This wicked world no longer belonged to Chen Beichuan.
She watched Chen Beichuan appear, then leave.
She wanted a good life with an almost pathological desperation.
Then her dream shattered.
Yuyi went mad.
After reading the first thirty chapters, I still can't figure out what story I want to tell.