A Loser's Lament

(No harem, no routine, no invincibility, no system, no brainlessness, no cool writing, no fantasy, real life pain, those who mind, beware.) Lin Qianxia is like a white lotus blooming in the world, blooming quietly among the crowd. Her tall figure stood out among the crowd, as if she was a favored child favored by God. Her long black and bright hair fluttered in the wind, as elegant as a fairy. The sun shone on her body, outlining her graceful outline, as if covering her with a layer of golden gauze. He felt a bone-chilling pain filling his chest. He held his chest and gasped, unable to breathe for a moment.