When Qiao Fanngle was in second grade, at a class meeting with the theme of "My Dream", the teacher said: "Students, let each of us talk about our dreams, starting from this row, come on!"
The students stood up one after another and proudly spoke out their dreams:
"My dream is to be a scientist and invent many things that are useful to mankind, more than Edison!"
"My dream is to build a big, big spaceship and carry all mankind to the moon to play!"
"My dream is to be a doctor and treat diseases and save people like my father!"
Everyone's smiles were bright red, each child's voice was louder than the other, and their eyes were full of hope.
It was Qiao Fanngle's turn. She looked at the teacher's encouraging eyes, paused and said, "My dream is... To live well."
"Hahahaha!" A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom.
"Don't laugh, everyone! Classmate Qiao Fengle is right. Living well actually means being healthy and less likely to get sick. The prerequisite for us to realize our dreams is a healthy body. Are you right?" The teacher asked Qiao Feangle to sit down and said with a smile.
"Yes!" The students replied in unison.
Qiao Fanngle sat down amidst the laughter. She lowered her head and quietly rolled up the sleeve of her left arm.
A long, raised scar looked like a pink flesh worm, crawling from the outer wrist of her left forearm to her elbow. At first glance, it looked terrifying.
Qiao Fanngle looked at the scar and remained silent.
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The text is currently being revised. Some plots and character names will be changed, but the main plot remains basically the same. A little bit of fantasy elements will be added.
Intention: growth