This is an unknown book. From the beginning, no one thought it was a book. It was just a few pieces of paper given to me by a girl.
It's like a diary, like a farewell, I can't help her. I couldn't give her what she wanted. Her crying and laughing were all her own choices and she didn't need my help. That's what she said at the time.
How to put it, it is just a record, a story of a little girl, a poor and happy little girl. As for her name, no one remembers it. Just like the book, no one remembers the name.
Please don't pity this girl.
I looked at those papers and cried for several days. I didn't know why I was crying, I was just sad. There was not a single name on her paper, not a single curse, just a piece of absurdity.
She is not a traditional good child, but she is indeed a good child.
Intention: I want to save her, that girl, I can't remember her name