Blanche Jesso.
He cannot understand my obsession with going back, just as I cannot understand the inevitable relationship between marshmallows and the destruction of the world. I tried to figure it out, but then gave up.
He has seen many versions of me.
"You know what," he said vaguely, sugar residue sticking to the corner of his mouth. "You came into this world because you are not the best."
"They have all come to me, every one of them. They all understand one thing -"
I didn't speak, but left my back to this hedgehog white cotton. I know what he was talking about - it pushed me to where I am today.
Bai Lan's voice sounded from behind: "I will wait for you here, Katara. We always have enough time."
I opened the door and walked out.
If I can be happy, I thought as I walked, then anyone can be miserable.
Special note: 1. The introduction to the work shows the later part of the article. The author is not very good at writing introductions, so he only wrote the parts that he thought were attractive.
2. The author's use of punctuation marks may not be very good. If there is any improper use, please point it out.
3. The article is written from the perspective of the original heroine, that is, from the perspective of "my". If you feel that the author's writing is not good, please leave in the upper left corner. Thank you for your cooperation.
4. The author has just started writing novels based on common sense, so I'm a bit rambling, so please forgive me.
Intention: Never give up no matter what.