There is no salvation in the world, it is just stepping from one hell to another.
She knew that she had never been a lucky person.
Until one day, she traveled through a book and met a man. He was rude, frivolous and bad, and always liked to touch her. The further she avoided him, the more recklessly he approached her next time.
The wind on the edge of the cliff was chilly. Su Yuyao endured the suffocation in her heart and gasped for air. She used both hands to hold tightly to the person who fell on the edge of the cliff.
"Yao Yao, let go."
Concept: Wearing books, imagining ancient sayings