Her name is Lu Shu.
The "sparse" in the name means alienation and alienation.
For as long as I can remember, this face has been the starting point for all ill will. The kindergarten teacher looked at her warily, her classmates in elementary school stuffed garbage into her drawers, her "friends" in junior high school spread rumors about her, and the high school forums were full of obscenities. She did nothing. He just has a face that shouldn't be seen in the crowd.
She tried to explain, but her family members said, "Are you too conspicuous?" She tried silence, but her malice only increased. She tried wearing the simplest clothes, walking with her head lowered, and retracting herself into the shadows - it didn't work. The skin is inherent and cannot be hidden.
For twenty-three years, she lived like an isolated island.
The same goes for the workplace. Colleagues were polite in person and turned around to discuss. She worked overtime until late at night, walking alone through the empty streets, the street lights making her shadows thin and long.
The liveliness and warmth never belonged to her.
That night, she stopped and opened a blank document. It's not about accusing anyone or asking for an explanation. I just want to write down the grievances I have swallowed over the years, one by one.
Not to be seen. Just to stop hiding.
To attract coldness with color - because of one face, you will be chilled for half your life. This time, she didn't want to be cold anymore.
Concept: Beauty is not the original sin, malice is