I said, Mo Xiao, I am Li Xiaoran, but I am not Xiaoran.
Life is a bloody and boring script that tortures me time and time again. But I believe that sadness is like a parabola. When it reaches its peak, it will naturally decline.
But apparently I am an exception.
Maybe I can't escape Mo Xiao for the rest of my life, but I don't regret it, I owe him, and everything is my fault.
"Xiaoran, Li Xiaoran." He whispered my name softly, as if with a smile, a breathtaking smile. I knew he was disdainful, I have always known it.
In fact, it has always been like this. He tortured me and took revenge on me. I endured it. It didn't matter, I owed him.
I am a person who values fairness and believes that there will be rewards as much as there are sacrifices.
But life doesn't give me hope, but I never want to despair.
I am Li Xiaoran and I love Mo Xiao.