Until his senior year in high school, Xu Ge never cared about his appearance, but one morning, Xu Ge looked at himself in the mirror and frowned.
Xu Ge was very good, at least in terms of study and character. She thought she was better than the people around her until she entered university.
One morning when I was eighteen, a seed of self-doubt took root and sprouted day by day, growing into a clump of black thorns. The roots of the thorns penetrated deeply into the heart, and the sharp thorns pierced into the heart.
Xu Ge frowned and started to pull it out, only to find that the thorns were inexhaustible and would grow again in the spring breeze.
Concept: Oneself in the mirror, oneself in the eyes of others, true or false.