"What's wrong with your face?"
In her senior year of high school, the lesbian who was blocked by a group of gangsters at the school gate was like a wild beast. There was nothing else in her eyes, only indescribable anger. She hurt people. She used a pen to get the momentary pleasure. The girl opposite was covered in blood. Those who had homosexual desires also had hers.
She was crazy with lust. The broken mobile phone on the ground was her last attachment to Jiang Wang. She picked up the mobile phone and put it on the side of her face to feel the remaining warmth. She remembered the phone call Jiang Wang had just made to her before entering the operating room.
The fragments scratched the girl's face. She had no intention of taking it away, and she couldn't feel the pain. Jiang Wang's voice had long since faded. She stared at her phone in a daze, remembering the familiar voice.
Tongyu remembered the boy's appearance, and the only thing she repeated in her mouth was Jiang Wang's name. Yes, she was crazy. She was crazy for the person she loved.
Everyone will be afraid of her because she is a madman, she almost killed someone, everyone will hate her, and she smells of blood from time to time.
Later, a man hugged her and used the gentlest words and the most comfortable warmth to cure her lifelong homosexuality. Her life was at this moment
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Others say she is sick, no, she is not sick, she just lives for her only remaining desires, she is sick, and the source of her illness is love.
If someone asks her many years later, she will answer, right?
"Yes, I am a madman, but so what"
I remember later, she got love
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Intention: desire