I returned once more to where the story began, and met that boy who had transmigrated into a book all over again.
Lin Zhuoyu disliked this world, and despised the terrible person he was, like a cockroach in a dark, filthy ditch.
"Lin Zhuoyu, you're really wonderful. You deserve to be liked and loved by many people. Your ending shouldn't be like this."
In my memory, the boy bent down to look at him, backlit and out of place in this world. He reached out to him with a bright smile.
Jiang Mo, if you like this version of me,
if I've always been this way, could you keep liking me forever?
I've been busy with work lately, and it's been giving me a massive headache. I'll keep updating once things settle down (?°????????ω°????????`)
Theme: Don't give up on yourself too easily. We're all the best we can be
