He grabbed my hair with his hands, and I raised my absent eyes to look at him.
"You are shameless! You are despicable!" He cursed, but tears gradually filled his eyes.
I'm too lazy to argue with anything. I am not a noble princess. My sharpest weapon is just my own body.
Once upon a time, I was knowledgeable, witty, brave, and perseverant. However, these virtues were not enough for me to live happily in this world and fulfill my dreams.
If you want to live well, you need to pay too much...
My aunt often said that if I were born into an official family, I might be a simple little girl.
But I don't want to. Pity or love are too extravagant emotions. In my sleep, large swaths of black often hit me, making me breathless.
Finally I died. I am determined to erect a tall stone tablet with a note on it: This person has never felt any shame or regret for what he has done, whether before or after his death. Please feel free to insult me, historians.