In early summer, a good girl in the eyes of outsiders, a piece of dirt in the eyes of her mother, a beloved treasure in the eyes of her father, and a enjoyer in the eyes of her best friends.
But she knew that these were not labels for herself. She knew that she was an unintentional, heartless, and loveless experiencer of life.
The flower painted with gouache is the debt she owed in this life from her previous life.
