Useless Is a Scholar

[A talented, cold and affectionate scholar girl × a noble and willful painter girl] Maybe it was because of the fireworks on the Lantern Festival that year that I could only pretend to be you. After all, the secular world is too vulgar to tolerate us. I tried again and again, but what I got in exchange was your words: I went astray. You and I are both women, how can I dare to ruin your future? I can't wait to hear a word of joy from you till my death. Everyone in the world laughs at me, waiting for the wind that I can't catch. But who knows... I'm waiting for the breeze to blow through my skirt, waiting for the flowers to bloom in midsummer, and waiting for you to look back at me. [The prototype is myself, and the person I like is indeed my person] Intention: Don't be afraid