It's a brainless product and I don't like to write it off. That's the heroine's character. The story line is very long. I'm not mainly writing about Riddle. I'm writing visually about the heroine. There are a lot of trivial things. The style is bland, relaxed and active.
The heroine is a very pessimistic person with a very strong ability to empathize. All her arrogance, complacency, and petty calculations all come from her youthful and ignorant cleverness, but she is a very indifferent person at heart. Even if she appears to be silly and cute in the early stages of the story, it is because she has to conform to the appearance that the world can accept. This is why the heroine in Hogwarts becomes very strange in the later period. She is a born pessimist.
She is pessimistic, sensitive, jealous, and loves to be clever. These are all things she does. She is not perfect, and she is not well-behaved either.
She is very contradictory, but also very ordinary. Rather than writing about her and Riddle falling in love and killing each other, or accompanying him, or anything else, I prefer to write essays about how she grew from a little kid in an orphanage to a complete person. She eventually died, ordinary, fallen, and dazzling, all of which have their own destiny.
I can't summarize how Riddle should be written, but that's how he is in my mind.
It's not a mindless love, it's not a mindless love, it's not a mindless love. The heroine's three views are online, one is afraid of death and the other is afraid of blood. Her emotional line is slow. Maybe during school time, she can only... Hug her a few times?
The heroine is afraid of men, and Riddle is misogynistic (showing his hands helplessly)
During the school days, Riddle's goodwill and kindness were all supported by the early stage of the orphanage, and the character design may be a bit OOC.
Serious introduction:
Many things in life are so heavy and unspeakable, I hope you understand.
A person walking in the long river of time has only paid attention to one snow in her life. Someone asked her what year it snowed, but she smiled and said she had forgotten it. The man said that she must have a secret that she didn't want to tell. She shook her head, she really forgot.
Everyone seems to have forgotten a lot of things, but I am the only one who remembers it. This is unfair and makes me very painful.
I know that you have a bad nature. You are a person who has grown up in the mud and wants to climb to the top of the cliff.
You have been wandering around, being keen on cruelty and bloodthirsty, obsessed with power and fame.
The world cannot weave a laurel crown for you, so you must create your own crown with your own hands.
You are so chaotic, even your soul is dirty.
I only earn a living because of the weakness and fear in my bones.
If you bury your face in the thick snow and move your lips to pray those prayers that others cannot hear.
Only then can you truly get your own repentance.
Thinking of this, I could only continue on my way without stopping, determined to go my own way.
Tiffany: "The man comes riding a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to make green plums."
Riddle: "?"
Tiffany: "If you don't understand, then I'll pass and pretend I didn't say anything."
The story of a low-key person in Yingyuan and a flower in Snake Yard
Disclaimer: None of the original characters in the story are assists to Riddle and Tiffany. They have their own stories and worlds, and they are all ordinary people living in the set world.
In order to travel through time, the heroine faces the world and everyone she meets with an equal attitude. Although she hates it, she will give basic respect. The heroine has always been polite before fighting.
It's good to read it as a short story. I also wrote it in a mess, and I'm trying to improve it.
Purpose: To generate electricity for love
