The cactus has a very good flower language: "Strong and prickly on the outside, quite sweet on the inside, eternal love, strong in loneliness."
I hope she will always be strong and happy like a cactus and love herself!
"Verbal bullying is really terrible, Ayang, I can't hold on any longer."
"They never know what they are talking about. Only when this happens to themselves can they understand it deeply."
At ten o'clock in the sunset, she jumped from the tall building, and the sun happened to be behind her.
The writing is not good, so be careful!
[The story has a prototype]
Purpose: It doesn't have to be beautiful, it must be happy!