Dong Qingya never imagined that one day she would become a car: the Lexus she had just traded in.
Still, that was much better than becoming a blue roof tile, a doorstep trampled by thousands, or a peach tree in full blossom that brought couples together. At least this car was still a mid-range model...
P.S. Ahem, this is just a little daydream of a story. The editor said this subject was so unpopular it could freeze you solid, and that I probably shouldn't write it. But I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I wrote this short piece just for fun. Please don't read it if it's not your thing~
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