(This is my first time writing, just for practice, haha.)
Zhao Yanyan always felt that she was a girl standing on the opposite side of fate. Later, through my own efforts, I was admitted to the top A university in the country.
From that time on, she understood that her destiny could be in her own hands, and her hard work would definitely pay off.
A friend said to her: "Love is a luxury thing, and strong people don't need love!"
For the past nineteen years of her life, she has been alone.
Later, she had a "home". That person kept talking about his unwillingness to search for these years.
Okay, let's rest in peace. She didn't want to provoke others, but there were always crazy bees and butterflies coming to her door.
They said that since she had occupied a position, she had to shoulder the responsibilities of the family, and there would always be people who wanted to expel her.
She is submissive on the surface and does not like to cause trouble, but she is not afraid of trouble either.
"Does my face look good?"
The man's confused expression told her the answer. She rubbed the bright red color on her hand and said with a smile.
"Now what? It's the color of hell—does it still look good?"
Those people didn't understand her and were afraid of her madness.
In the dimly lit box, the man was sitting at the head, looking a little careless.
Others ask her to flatter her, but she refuses to do so.
But the man laughed, in an incomprehensible and embarrassing way.
Late at night, I would also say to her, "I always want you to be closer to me, but now, we are so far apart, but I feel like I can no longer see you clearly."
"
"Don't leave me, okay?" Was the man's murmur in his sleep.
"Okay." She chose to answer with intertwined fingertips.
"Stay closer to me, please? I can't sleep without you."
..."OK"
There was nothing she could do. The world has become something she doesn't understand
When she was twenty years old, she met someone who could change her life. She stopped her long hair and said goodbye to the past completely.
Tomorrow will be better.
Intention: insist on being yourself.