The strong wind whipped up the raindrops and slapped them on the glass, and it was raining in her heart as well, like a storm.
She always thought she knew what to do and where her future was, but the sudden boredom overwhelmed her. Am I doing work I love? She began to have doubts. Why do you never feel like you don't have enough knowledge? I am really fed up with this sense of crisis that follows me everywhere, as if I will fall off a cliff if I let go.
"Why do you have to be so independent? Can't you rely on me occasionally?" His words rang in her ears again, and she shook her head vigorously, regretting that the centrifugal force was not omnipotent and could not get the words out of her brain. Rely? It's like boiling a frog in warm water, making the frog drown unconsciously. Right! Compared with temporary boredom, dependence is a chronic poison.
When she was a child, she had a clear goal and determined to become a female warrior in cartoons, to uphold justice and eradicate evil. The first time she yelled downstairs, "Please give me power, I am Ciri!" He poked his head out from the balcony, wondering who had such a firm voice and such a mean behavior. Later they changed a lot and grew up a lot.
Concept: The proportion of love in life