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"Girl, there is no need to wait for me. My hands are used to hold swords, not women's hands. Good men are in the world. If we are destined to meet each other, we will naturally meet each other." The young man said with a smile and left without looking back...

That year, I was unwilling to be poor and bullied at home, so I slowly walked to the riverside in the heavy rain in an attempt to commit suicide. Sitting on the guardrail of the bridge, I couldn't help but look up to the sky and ask: "What's the use of being taller than others!? I was born shorter than others!" Seeing the people around me looking at me with mocking eyes, I could only let the rain fall. It hit me on the face, and tears mixed with bitterness flowed into my mouth. I swallowed it silently, straightened my clothes, and was about to jump off. Only one girl rushed out and hugged me like crazy to save me... Ps: A sour story about a single female protagonist in the city. Sometimes she may be a little sad, but... I still feel comfortable eating lemons (?Ω?)