An ordinary woman's process of mental changes, her state of mind that grows instantly, and a simple description of her daily mental journey, hoping to break the illusion of an innocent girl. She thought that her sister was like a moth to the flame, but later discovered that moths to the flame will die.
The reason why I write this is purely because I have nowhere to vent my feelings and leave a lesson to myself. I am afraid that as time goes by, people will lose a lot of their own personality. Will its existence spur me to love myself more in the future?
Determination: Determination