[In such youthful years, I am a withered flower]
In those rebellious and sad years, I always told myself: I want to be an independent woman with a future - it was a period of loneliness and loneliness, and the vicissitudes of life were quietly brewing in the thirteen-year-old cardamom years.
And after that, I began to grow up gradually and learned to look at the world silently, neither sad nor happy, even if I accepted grievances and loneliness... That kind of me just always smiled.
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When Luo Jia was thirteen, her father passed away, and when she was sixteen, her mother remarried. For Luo Jia, all the past years were like buried youth.
Now she is bright and bright, but her heart is full of vicissitudes of life.
Therefore, she never asks for the word "happiness".
In order to escape from a home that no longer belonged to her, she went to study abroad alone.
However, even in a foreign country, the topic of "happiness" still rings in her ears - things that she has long forgotten and no longer believes in.