My name is Li Wan, I am nineteen years old, and I have three major hobbies in life: taking medicine, delivering food, and being a beautiful girl in cosplay.
Originally I just wanted to try the military lace dress from "The End of Lillian" - after all, the ruins aesthetic matches my life, which is all in tatters. But what happened to the silver-haired girl in the mirror? This pale little face, this sense of brokenness, these eyes that seem to see through the doomsday... Wait, is this really me?
Things are starting to go wrong.
The rich lady who taught me the history of clothing online and was as rational as an AI suddenly said that she wanted to "protect my purity."
The artistic lunatic who regarded me as his muse stuffed music scores and love poems into my mailbox every day, saying that he wanted to "make me eternal in art."
Even the intern sister who came to deliver the psychological evaluation form gradually looked at me from a "patient" to a "fragile object that needs to be carefully maintained."
The scariest thing is my sister. She stared at my face after trying on makeup for three minutes, and said quietly: "It's too late, why don't you stop delivering takeaways? I have a friend who runs a live broadcast..."
Now every day when I wake up, I face three questions of my soul:
Should I take sertraline or quetiapine today?
Should I take the takeout order from the south of the city or the one from the north?
And - how can I elegantly dodge the hands that try to "push me down" in art galleries/treatment beds/live broadcast rooms and all kinds of strange places today?
I am just a sickly young man who is a little afraid of society, a little poor, and relies on cosplay to survive!
Why do you all think that I, the "Nanliang", should be torn down? !
