I want to make something of myself, I have to study hard.
I need to survive, I have to take care of my mom.
I have to work three jobs, endlessly earning money.
Sister, Ji Xingyu confessed to me that he likes me, but when I look at myself, I always feel that we are two parallel lines, never meant to intersect, as if we were people from two different worlds."
By the time she got to this point, Lin Yiren seemed unable to cry anymore.
Perhaps, because of these things, she had cried out all her tears.
Lin Yiren's eyes were bloodshot,
"Being liked by Ji Xingyu, what a wonderful opportunity that is."
As she spoke, her voice got softer and softer.
Finally, she crouched down onto the ground.
At last, she spoke the words she had never said before
"But I like him, I really like him."
Because I like him too much.
Unwilling to let him see my worst.
Unwilling to use him to escape this muddy life of mine.
She knew she couldn't step on Ji Xingyu to climb up.
