A dry voice sounded in my ears again. Even if a group of people were scolding me, it was just a cold voice. The cat following behind me watched all this with cold eyes. Looking at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, "Where have I changed? Here, here, or here? I don't think I have changed. But why does everyone say I have changed?" Then he grabbed the comb on the table next to the mirror and threw it over. The glass shattered all over the floor. No matter how friendly you were to me in the past, it was all an illusion. As soon as someone took the lead, you could count my countless shortcomings, and the sunset gradually dyed the whole sky red. So I also put on the mask of hypocrisy and woke up from the dream.
[But a short story with 10,000 words, slag, attention, update depending on mood]