This is a diary with no dates:
My name is Yang Xia Qiu. I'm thirteen years old, I've never been to school, and I have a dog. I've lived my whole life in a backward, feudal family. This year, they tried to marry me off. Honestly, if the other person agreed to marry me, then either he's had his brain addled by feudal thinking or he's a pedophile.
I met him, my fiance in name only. I take back what I said about him having his brain addled by feudal thinking or being a pedophile. He's a mentally ill man with more than a few screws loose. I recommend he get treatment at Japan's National Center of Neurology and Psychiatry as soon as possible. Maybe there's still hope for him.
As everyone knows, the eyes are the windows to the soul. When people lack meaningful communication, their souls get sick. In plain terms, they go crazy. The reason my fiance in name only became mentally ill is that his best friend has no eyes. If even his best friend can't communicate with him properly, no wonder something went wrong in his head.
I met the goddess of the Muses. The beauty mark at the corner of her eye was like Cupid's arrow striking my heart... (over a thousand words of praise omitted)
It turns out my dog has family, too. Someone's trying to take him from me, and I have some household registration matters to sort out. That's all for today's diary.
Theme: Die for love, live facing death.
I just want to complain, the heroine's backpack must weigh five kilograms, which is half the size of a person...
Hahahahaha the heroine is so interesting
So there's no more shaking, right? (Cat in tears. Jpg)