After a miscarriage, Jiang Zhao was transformed from a flower with ambitions for the motherland in the 21st century to a resident of Tevat in Tatarsha. Faced with the inevitable end, her efforts were fruitless and she had to die. She died overnight and returned home as she wished. From then on, she worked hard to study and be a good person, but she didn't expect that the pure white doll she once met in Tatarsha was always staring at her in the mirror.
"Brother, listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation..." Jiang Zhao looked at the alien boy who ran out of nowhere and grabbed her neck and begged for mercy very clearly.
"After all these years, your stupidity of being greedy for life and afraid of death has not changed." The soldier tightened his grip, put his face close to the cheek of the girl in front of him, and said with a half-smile, "When you are about to die, what else do you want to say."
Looking at the mobile phone screen that kept lighting up beside his eyes, Jiang Zhao closed his eyes in despair.
"Brother, if this is the case, my teacher is pressing me hard, so you can let me hand in my homework first, okay?"
"Call me Azhao!"
The doll walking on tartar sand will never forget that day when the morning light was dim. The girl came against the light and was the first to smile and extend her hands to him.
There are a lot of private settings, this is my first time writing, please spray lightly.
Purpose: Growing up in desperate situations