"Flavouring"
Formerly known as "Cumin"
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[Perspective slippage, plot interludes, main subject]
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"Formerly "low self-esteem", cute and cute, now world-weary, vicious-mouthed and soft-hearted.
Former aloof flower and guiding lover, now yandere "mistress" sister
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My name is Song Anran.
When I grew up, I moved alone to the villa that my biological parents left me. There, I fell in love with my neighbor's sister. Her appearance was something I had never seen before. She was not as soft as me, or a character that could be bullied.
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I drank, and on my nineteenth birthday, I added her WeChat message and said to me, "Sister, you look even better than other girls! "
She smiled noncommittally.
She smiles so beautifully.
My heart beats into my brain, reminding me bit by bit that I like her.
Not long after, I was stunned for a while. It wasn't until she was about to go back that I whispered, "I like you..."
She didn't seem to hear. I opened the fingerprint lock in frustration. When I opened the door, I was expecting her response, but there was none.
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Until her sister came to me and said, "Beautiful sister, you like my sister, right? "
I was a little panicked, my face turned pale, my already thin body stiffened, and the cold wind blew my long hair. After a while, her sister asked me again. I swallowed and found my voice, "Yes, I like your sister."
"Really? My sister seems to like you too! "
"Let me tell you, when my sister moved in, I just..."
"Then... My sister likes you too."
I was confused.
The complex psychology of disbelief, joy, happiness, and low self-esteem are intertwined in my psychology.
Will she hate my illness?
What does she like about me?
Her sister was still talking, but I felt more and more inferior to myself. After a while, I interrupted her as she was about to continue talking:
"I'm fine, no need to say anything, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."
The cold voice made her a little stunned. She scratched her head, her eyes were a little red, nodded, and turned to leave.
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[Double heroines + slightly sour + slightly scary]
Concept: a short story written when I was young (I want to give it a concrete form)