Xing Wushuang still remembers the scene of the child standing in front of her, dirty and alone at the door of the botanical garden, with cold eyes, as if whatever happened in the outside world had nothing to do with her.
When they met again, she could hardly recognize that the tall girl in front of her was the lonely little girl standing at the door of the botanical garden three years ago.
"Hello, can I invite you to dance?"
Her long hair was neatly tied up, and her snow-white suit made her look as gentle as jade. The girl passed through the crowd, stopped in front of her, and saluted gracefully.
"Okay," Xing Wushuang, who always thought he had a stable mentality, discovered for the first time that he still had the skill of stuttering.
Laid-back and carefree rich girl × narcissist in late middle school age
Purpose: May we all find our own direction in this bustling world.