When she was seven years old, her father finally died on a woman's belly just as he had dreamed of doing. Her mother, whom she had never met, was sent from the UK to her hometown in Japan and left in the care of her elderly mother.
When Qili grabbed her and asked her what she was going to do, wasn't she her mother, she just replied coldly: "I don't have time to take care of you. If you are unhappy, go dig out your father and let him take care of you."
She didn't try to hold her back, but waited until she was completely gone before whispering in the direction she left: "When you die, I will bury you with him."
With this dream, no matter how poor she is, she feels that life is very beautiful. Even if her best friend costs 200,000 yuan for a shirt and she is so poor that she has to wear a potato bag, she still doesn't think it is a big deal.
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"I said, what are you making up again? When did you become so poor that you had to wear a potato bag?" Gojo Satoru grabbed her notebook and asked loudly after reading it once.
Xia Youjie's eyes widened, he was shocked and speechless and said, "Don't you often cheat us out of money to buy clothes?"
"It's pitiful, these two uneducated guys don't even know how to process art." Qili shook her head and sighed, walking past them calmly.
"... I must give you a good beating today. Stop trying to pretend to be pitiful!"
Hearing the shouting from behind, the figure who had been calm just now started running silently.
[Qili has no intention, and the male protagonist is not determined either. I will take it one step at a time as I write it. ]
Purpose: Spiritual abundance
