Canned herring, like my life, is actually rotten and stinky when stuffed into delicate packaging.
The exquisite lace packaging is as beautiful as a piece of cake. When you take a bite, you will find maggots inside.
[Adapted from real events, read with caution]
[The story originated from a conversation between a friend and I. I asked: "If I write my pain into a book, do you think anyone will read it?" She said: "Yes, people will read everything."]
Concept: How can flowers bloom from the mud?
