Foreign Beauty: Why are you staring at me?
Me: You have no abs.
I blurted out.
The foreign beauty glanced at me indifferently and said disdainfully: Not only do I have no abdominal muscles, but I also have no breasts.
Me: As a beauty, are you really flat-chested?
I continued to blurt out.
The foreign beauty continued to say disdainfully: How can the world be equalized if the breasts are not equal?
I:. . . . . .
This is a story about an ordinary junior girl who meets a cold-blooded doctoral alumnus. Their story contains both joy and sorrow, ups and downs, all of which are tasted. At that age, others say you are young and frivolous, just have some fun and make a fuss, and it will be over. However, I never thought that that time would leave an indestructible memory in my later life. Sometimes they meet, it's just fate, fate makes two people destined to fall in love, but when they finally separate due to various factors, they blame fate for being ruthless. People are like this, they blame heaven and earth, but never blame themselves.