Two Years Ago, at Four O'clock in the Morning, the Softness of the Stairs

I think I will never learn Lin Xiao's coquettishness and submissiveness, nor will I ever learn Gu Li's confidence. My story is too ordinary to be called a story. The word story is too flowery and too glib. In the past, I thought that maybe I could have something to do with Lin Xiao's type. After all, the threshold for becoming her type is the lowest. But later I discovered that maybe I'm similar to Gu Li in my heart. Even if I don't have the ruthlessness brought by her unique background, I still have obsessive-compulsive disorder that likes to go all out. Once upon a time I longed to be Gu Li. Now I envy every girl who could become Lin Xiao. Conception: