Her name was originally supposed to be Li Xiaohua, but when registering for household registration, the registration staff mistakenly registered her name as Li Xiaohua. Although it didn't sound much better, Li Xiaohua felt that this was the only thing left to her by the mother who ran away.
At the age of twenty-five, Li Xiaohua finally took off all the shackles, and in his last moments, he became his true self as he pleased.
The autumn dew rises, the cold wind arrives, the persimmons in my hometown are ripe again, and the persimmons with yellow and sugary hearts hang on the branches one by one. Grandma stands at the door of the old house again, muttering "I'm back."
I am determined not to cheat this time, and plan to write a long novel, probably about the 25 years of life of an ordinary girl. I always think that writing is about writing about my own feelings, my understanding of life, and my thoughts on a life I have never experienced before.
You and I both want to be as happy as we can.
Intention: If no one in the world loves you anymore, then love yourself even more.