What I do every day is just pretending to be alive.
You cannot look someone in the face naturally enough to walk on the road normally anyway;
In no way can you talk to people naturally, so much so that you are like a mute who never speaks;
You cannot bear the gaze of others no matter what, so much so that you never go out unless necessary;
No matter what, I cannot accept contact from others, especially boys, so much so that I find ways to escape from all group activities...
I was like this, in a mess and lifeless, but I met Max from a foreign country.
"Xue Feiran, I like you." She looked at me and said.
Would anyone like my existence...?
Would an angel like her... Actually like me?
Two completely different souls slowly merged together until that day came.
"Xue Feiran, do you think she will like you?" The woman who claimed to be her lover, Carol, beat me to the ground with fists and kicks: "You are just a scapegoat."
"She is no longer of use, let her go." Max came over, but didn't even look at me, and leaned on Carol's shoulder affectionately.
"It doesn't matter if you die, ant." Carol smiled contemptuously, raised the pistol and aimed it at my head...
The otaku girl who was afraid of death in society x the mixed-race boy is now pretending to be a royal sister, sweet-torture-sweet-HE.