This is a story from 8 years ago,
Looking back at this state of mind, I feel it was childish and ridiculous.
But it also represents a Mary Sue-like yearning for love in my youth.
Stories are always bad, but any story without an ending is not a good story.
So no matter how my writing style is, what my framework is, even many of the timelines before and after are messed up.
I didn't revise it repeatedly, thinking how my current state of mind can guide me to the yearning for love like a little girl 8 years ago.
Concept: All girls have the dream of being a heroine like Mary Sue. Let us be the heroine in our own story.