Soft smoke drifts across the Chu River and Han border

  Thursday, 8:45. A rare day off.

  Not even out of the door yet and I'm already getting a headache. Just staring at myself in the mirror with deep eye bags, when the phone rang.

  She struggled to suppress the increasingly manic emotions, ending the call with an exceptionally sweet voice and brief words, trying to make the other person think she was looking forward to this damn blind date. In her heart, she thought silently that this was the last time she would save face for them, the last time she would repay their debt. After this, she would fight for what she wanted, whether it was a long shot or fate had destined her to be unable to grasp him.

  。

  Aunt's family has arrived.

  It's good, still her sweet voice asking how are you, followed by a flat tone but everywhere emitting an arrogant answer. The corner of the eye glanced at the male lead, and in his heart he already had a number. A red T-shirt belonging to a 17-year-old boy, a plain pair of jeans that can be, the same double front pocket action and pretending to be deep and actually shy expression, and, a common face with a childish air.

  She walked past him with a smile, but actually proudly, lightly using her knee to lift the dark green skirt, making it swing out slightly. In her heart, she thought, how could such a shy boy be expected to hold up a sky in her future life? Next was her enthusiastic and hypocritical courtesy to the people present, MiMi's performance was flawless and impeccable. The boy remained silent, blushing.

  She listened to them constantly pouring into her ears words she didn't want to hear, thinking of how to tactfully decline and retreat with dignity while saving face. The lifesaving phone call rang. A pre-arranged conspiracy with a colleague.

  Mimi hastily walked up to the boy who was still standing there, looking embarrassed, and said: "Hi, I'm Mimi, but I really have something important to do, let's meet another day." Still in a hurry, she bid farewell to everyone and quickly put on her high heels, running off with an apologetic face.

  Damn blind date.

  As soon as I answered my mother's phone, all I heard was a "hello", and tears came streaming down, the original eight sides of cleverness were gone.

  Only one girl is left who has been carrying the so-called relatives' debt for over a decade due to her parents' divorce and now she also has to sacrifice her own happiness.

  Their arrogance, their sense of superiority, and her own inferiority complex that started when she was 12 years old. Everything seemed to have returned to the past, but she knew it wasn't. At least she had transformed from a timid and weak girl into a clever and uncontrollable woman.

  Love is not about being unreachable, but rather she doesn't want to be touched by others' charity.

  Three days later, standing on the cool road in the early morning. Thinking about the ball players rushing out soon, my head started to ache vaguely. Still with big black eye bags, covered with thick powder, but couldn't cover up the dense sadness at the bottom of my eyes.

  The phone was full of text messages and dozens of voicemails, all silently condemning her decision.

  The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile.

  。

  Indifference is the sharpest knife in her hand. However, as it stabs others, it returns double the pain to herself.

  Weiwei said, why don't you care about me.

  Weiwei said, can you pick up the phone for me?

  A humble plea scattered in her heart. Attempting to crush her heart with the weakest means. But he didn't know, no matter how many humbles were also in vain.

  He was just a pawn she used for revenge. Only when thinking of this, did Mimi's heart feel a hint of reluctance. Unrelated to love, it was merely a conditioned reflexive resonance towards the weak that had been habituated.

  Many years ago, she was also living in a humble state. The family was broken, the future was bleak, and she had to struggle constantly in the container they built with pride, pain became her daily must-have and inseparable air. But who would have thought that the self-protection consciousness of human nature itself taught me what it means to get rid of it. At first, it was just an inconspicuous seed, but it was a secret she hid in the deepest part of her heart. On how many cold nights did she water it with her own faith, after so many years, although it couldn't become a towering tree, it was enough to make herself no longer afraid of loneliness.

  Then she will start a one-person revenge campaign.

  It seems as if I have returned to ancient times.

  The chariot, the horse, the elephant, the guard, the general, and she alone manipulated them all. She watched calmly as the red and black sides on the chessboard fought wits and courage, a most comforting smile spreading across her face.

  Look on with cold eyes.

  Some take pride in killing their way into the enemy's camp to seize the commander's seal, while others exhaust themselves to protect their own general. Watching both sides come and go, she just wants to brush away her hair that has been blown into disarray by the wind.

  Do you know, the Chu River and Han border have been replaced by her with sweet poisonous medicine accumulated over many years of careful planning.

  No matter who crosses the river, there is only one outcome.

  Pain. Simple pain. Simple yet persistent pain. And with the passage of time, it becomes even more unbearable.

  What was leading, or rather bewildering, the leaders of both sides was precisely what attracted them to her at this moment - her youth.

  Deep love for the sea

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