Lin Juanran was awkward, unusually awkward.
Duplicity, being sharp-tongued and having a bad heart, these are all things that have been stamped on him unknowingly.
There is another label also on him - a good person.
In fifteen years of splendid life, there has never been one or even half of his so-called destined ones. Perhaps his temper is too awkward and covers up many unknown advantages. Lin Junran felt depressed from the bottom of his heart when he realized that he was not liked by others and that it was not his turn to be picked up by others and hugged and hugged by others when going out to bars.
Why is it so unfair? Am I ugly? Nope... It's just depressing anyway.
"Juran, you are very nice, really... But we are not suitable, so let's break up." I can't remember which girl said this to me, because my nominal girlfriends never lasted more than two weeks. Such a short period of time was only enough for him to remember her appearance without mistaking her in the huge crowd.
"Very good. That's it. Goodbye." Lin Juanran answered the same way every time.
He was cold and without a trace of muddled emotion, completely casting a cold shadow on the girl's heart as she expected him to retain her.
Since then, the first formula was born: Lin Juanran = no grace = cold = ignore him = "good person"...