We have always been on top of the "tall building"
From the time my sister was forced to get married, from the time my sister got married in the dark, I should have known
Why do I still have this ridiculous desire?
Maintaining the last fantasy
I flew down from the tall building decorated with lanterns and colorful lanterns, green tiles and red eaves
The red wedding dress turns to white
I finally gave up all illusions
I finally resisted in the most ridiculous and trivial way
Even failure can cause ripples
So I smiled and stretched out my arms to the young man downstairs.
"That unjust ghost, I will marry you. If you want to marry me, just take it!"
*Focuses on abuse, the content may be uncomfortable, short story, not very long, first time writing for a novice, primary school writing style, full of meaning.
*Depending on the situation, if the reading volume is high, we may make a series.
Intention: Husband and wife join forces to fight against feudalism (???)