Starving and on the verge of fainting, she sat in the sun by the foot of a wall and thought, If only I were a blade of grass. Then I could live through photosynthesis.
When she woke up, her wish had come true.
With her dream fulfilled, she made another wish: Living as a mutated plant was comfortable enough, but it would be nice to go to school. She had dropped out before graduating high school and wanted to learn more.
Then a scientist entered her hunting range.
Overjoyed, she said shyly, "Heavens! Since you're so powerful, why not find me a match? My standards aren't high: just a handsome Prince Charming."
The heavens: "..."
The heavens had stopped answering her prayers.
Nearby, the scientist looked at her with a frown, as if she were a crazy plant.
Grass: "Grass, a type of plant."
Saved on July 26, 2020. Starting this story within a week. Mwah~
Theme: Sweet love.
