The heroine in name only—that's right, it's me, a fake person wearing a book.
I met the male protagonist who was like an immortal.
I interacted with the male protagonist with the intention of having some fun, but I never thought that I would fall in love with him.
——It's a pity that I am a wildflower, not a sunflower.
The male protagonist belongs to the female protagonist, not me.
"Miss Qian, I can tell the difference clearly. You and her are two people." He opened his thin lips lightly and looked at me. I didn't know how to answer.
It was the heroine who fell in love with him, not me. I have always been just a dove occupying a magpie's nest.
*A little bit of imagination from a bitchy Mary Sue. (Update as the occasion arises, and update when inspired.) (I will write again in July. I wrote a little bit of the second chapter in the memo, but there is no time to write it at the end of the semester! I will write it after the end of the semester!)
Intention: Dreams are all false, don't believe them!