"Crack" is crisp, concise, the sound of a broken mirror. I got out of my warm nest and raised my hand to pick up the still intact wreckage on the surface. Unbiased, a mark appeared in my heart, tearing my bright and red mirror in half, which contained bits and pieces of memories. Naturally, I had to admire its corpse, put my index finger over the crack, folded the corners of my mouth dumbly, and threw it away, just like throwing away a meaningless packaging bag.
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In front of me was a handsome man, perhaps I shouldn't use such a word. I stood in front of him and had to look up to meet his eyes. And I just hate this posture. I am restrained and always lower my head and raise my eyes to maintain the temperament of my oval face. From a certain distance, I can see his eyes, forward, and he hesitates to speak.
I took two steps towards him, looked directly at the first black button on his chest, and whispered, "My hole."
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I left home at the age of 18 and was lucky enough to meet Mr. Youjia. I no longer had to work as a gloomy laborer in a corner of this big city. With the expansion of Youjia's industry, I slowly climbed up to Mr. Youjia. Although I am a monster, You Jianxing is the person I respect the most. He didn't pick me up because of my inherent charm. At that time, I was just a P-size little kid. He just couldn't bear to see that such a girl had to work for a day and ride a bicycle for 6 miles back to a cheap rental house in the suburbs at night...