When I was pulled by a strong desire to describe myself, I realized that I was too clumsy to write the title of the article. Let's call it "The Diary of a Mistress". It doesn't matter what kind of mistress I am. Some people like it and some people despise it. I didn't mean to be despised by some kind of human nature. It's just that whether it's because of emotional life or survival, it became a natural reproduction. So I accept the title mistress willingly or unwillingly. In fact, I don't care at all whose mistress or mistress I am. I just know who I am and what I want in life, and that's enough. On a whim, I chose this way of statement to move forward in my life, and I stubbornly learned to turn a deaf ear to those sharp voices.