I want a character to dance on the tip of my pen.
Like me, but not too much like me. I gave her my beauty, made up for my regrets, and gave her the pain and pride of growing up. I call her Yan Ran.
The crisp beginning and the melodious ending are like a beautiful ballad.
She will have good friends, boys she likes, and ambiguous confusions between friendship and love. She has to dream and she will realize her dream.
She will lose, she will hurt, and she will grow. But she must be happy.
Here, no one dies, no bad boy, I just want a girl who is truly alive, just like me, just like you.