Entering the 1980s sadistic novel written by my best friend, I became a cannon fodder female supporting character who couldn't survive more than three chapters. In order to save my life, I avoided the plot, but I was blocked in a corner by the two male protagonists at the same time. The ascetic decentralized cadre looked at me coldly: "There is something wrong with you." The military commander who looked like a gangster looked at me with squinted eyes: "Who are you?" I just wanted to take advantage of the good policy to resell some small commodities, so why did I get involved in their disputes? Seeing the increasingly dangerous looks in their eyes, I just want to say: Two big guys, please let me go, I really just want to live!
