The Doll

Though I have all eternity, I still can’t make him a promise. “It’s better to be enemies than toys. At least then you’ll put your heart into it,” said the breathtakingly handsome, red-haired boy.

The student council president, peerlessly captivating, has a pair of bewitching green eyes. The elegant black cat transforms into a silver-haired girl, while the beautiful teacher with dragon eyes points at her and calls her the Grim Reaper. The knights in fairy tales love beautiful women, and the genius dollmaker, along with the naturally lovely Yue, creates a beauty unmatched beneath the clouds. The mysterious principal turns out to be Ying. In the misty pavilion at dawn, she grants you a wish, but the price is steep.

You should know that dolls have always passively accepted the fate their masters arrange for them, with no choice and no way to resist.

“Because you belong to me.”

Those words alone fill the world with color. That’s right, you exist only for her.

This story is published exclusively on Jinjiang Literature City.

Note 1: The poems in this story are from my beloved Heine.

Theme: What makes us human is the heart, not our appearance.