I once said with a smile: Work, men, and life are the three big mountains that weigh on modern women. Although I have reached adulthood physically, mentally I still feel like I am still 20 years old forever. There is nothing worth remembering about those years. It was just an ostrich-style escape in the face of layers of pressure. Even though I know clearly that there is no escape.
Everyone has his own destiny.
Sometimes I think about forgetting it. What's the point of persisting? Why do you insist on appearing in the form of a tree? Why do you have to be so responsible? Why bother doing everything yourself and taking care of everything step by step?
Believe in fate or accept it.
Too confusing.
The story comes from life, but it is obviously higher than life through fictional processing. So there is no need to check in and try to find clues. Curiosity killed the cat. Why not relax, set up the tea table, and watch a similar story.
It may be a social status quo, or it may be your and my living status...