I am a miserable person, how could I be lucky enough to be your treasure. When I was 18 years old, I met a man who was handsome and treated me very well. I was blinded by the beauty for a while and fell in love with him. It is a wonderful thing to study in the same school with th

I am a miserable person, how could I be lucky enough to be your treasure.

When I was 18 years old, I met a man, who was handsome and unrestrained, and treated me very well. I was blinded by the beauty for a while, and fell in love with him. It is a wonderful thing to study in the same school with the people you like. The days when I go to school are the happiest times for me.

University is so relaxing. We hang out together when there are no classes, walk hand in hand on the street, enjoy the evening breeze together, and go to the movies together. It seems like we have someone to support us. Being loved by others makes me feel like a little princess.

My best luck is to meet you. The days of studying turned out to be so short, and it was summer vacation in a blink of an eye.

I returned to my world, as if I was knocked back to my original shape in an instant. The kind of parents who don’t have a circle of friends and ask you what happened when you were in college? Nor was there a hearty meal.

"I ate the box of self-heating rice on the table when I was hungry. I turned off the lights while playing with my mobile phone. The electricity bill was expensive. I went to work."

I ate my first meal after returning home in a dark small rental house of more than ten square meters. A meal.

The information on the screen made me feel like I was trapped in a swamp and couldn't breathe. "Baby, you're home. Do you want a video? I miss you now." "I have trouble eating."

I had mixed feelings at that moment. How am I suitable to be held in the palm of someone's hand? I am a cactus, the most common type. The small village where I live is only a few steps away, and it’s time to go to bed at 9 o’clock. At that moment I felt the gap between us, which in my heart was insurmountable.

I was born to suffer, and being with him makes me feel like a sinner who deceived him into suffering . How can a white dove in the church kiss a crow?

Am I delaying him? He deserves better. We are like a king or a bronze player who cannot match him in one game.