my sister never called brother

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He is submissive to other people and lives cautiously.

Apologizing to other people at every turn, I don't want to offend anyone.

I just want to live a normal life as a transparent person.

In order to avoid everyone.

Every day when I eat at noon, I will deliberately go hungry for a while, and after most people have finished eating——

I will go to the cafeteria to eat.

Sometimes I feel like I'm being too sensitive.

Why do I dread seeing my friends while eating?

To say I know each other, I'm afraid it's just a few words, most of them are...

"What's the date today?"

"Help me hand in my homework"

Such words.

Well, friends or something, it's just my wishful thinking.

I had no friends at all in high school.

I am very inferior.

Because I'm shy, timid, and ordinary.

I always feel that girls like me are "rustic", and everyone always looks at me strangely.

I don't know if it's my nervousness that put me under great mental pressure.

Made me hallucinate.

Sometimes when I see the eyes of people around me, I can always feel a kind of contempt.

I'm terrified of that look.

Because it is normal to care about yourself in the eyes of others, right?

What you look like in the eyes of others often results in many unexpected results.

For a thousand readers, there are a thousand Hamlets, that's all.

Everyone has a different image of themselves in their eyes.

Is there any equivalent?

I don't think it exists.

Because everyone's three views are different, the impressions they produce are also different.

This feeling of contempt always oppresses my fragile nerves from time to time.

I ended up becoming more withdrawn.

It even reached the point of self-pity and self-pity, and even looked down on myself.

I -- it's been a long time since I looked in the mirror.

With the advent of adolescence, I also entered this magical period.

Most people are very rebellious and maverick during this period.

But I'm the opposite, I'm quiet and transparent.

I want to rebel.

I want to be unique.

However, no one seems to care about me.

There is one thing about adolescence that many people gravitate towards.

That is - love.

Every time there are girls around, they talk about their first taste of the forbidden fruit in front of everyone.

Many girls showed longing looks.

Of course I am no exception.

But being in love is like poison to me.

I long for it but can't touch it.

Because I'm afraid of getting hurt.

Just like the red poisoned apple in fairy tales, it looks very attractive, but if you really eat it, I'm afraid-you will die.

I was terrified, but then I realized...

I really thought too much, because how could someone like me be a shy, timid, ordinary girl like me?

Maybe it's the fairy with wings who heard my self-defeating and felt sorry for me?

Anyway, I got a chance at love.

It was a sunny afternoon.

I was holding a basin and was cleaning the window sill.

Wearing my heavy black glasses without prescription.

Although I am not nearsighted, but I need it.

Like a masquerade party, everyone wears a mask to hide their true selves.

After wearing glasses, I will have a sense of security.

The boy who confessed to me is named Du Jun.

I don't know why he would confess his love to an ordinary girl like me.

I only vaguely remember that under the sun, the earrings between the hair were dazzling.

Still faintly, the smell of lavender on the clothes stimulated my sense of smell.

There's something romantic about this scene, and something...Mary Sue.

I'm a little carried away.

Because there are always witches who keep telling the beauty of the poisoned apple in front of them.

When the poisonous apple appeared in front of me, I planned to take a bite without hesitation.

My first impression of Du Jun was good, because he was able to confess his love to such an ordinary me.

So I thought he was a different guy.

I agreed with his confession.

Since then I have been in love too.

But nothing real.

Because the confession that afternoon was like a dream to me.

Since then, I have no contact with the boy named Du Jun.

I don't know what being in love is, but this one certainly isn't.

I knew in my heart that I might have been deceived.

But I don't want to admit it.

This is how I am--

I won't give up until I'm bruised and dying.

I don't have any friends, so I don't know who to turn to for help.

Inadvertently, I discovered a small society called Qingxue Office.

After I read the message in front of the door, I wrote a letter for help by accident.

After a series of twists and turns, they taught me how to make chocolate.

Everyone in their community is unique.

Especially that girl named Lin Nianwei.

Maybe he is usually too withdrawn and always likes to observe others.

I vaguely saw that Lin Nianwei liked that boy named Zhou Han.

But it doesn't seem to have been said.

Thinking about it carefully, I feel that I should not be nosy, so I kept silent about this matter.

After that, I took the chocolate and found Du Jun.

With a feeling of apprehension, I handed the chocolate to him.

This is just a temptation. Accepting it proves that love is true, and not accepting it proves that love is a lie.

I still remember the casual smile on his face, the indifferent tone, and the words he said——

"Sorry, the confession is just a joke, honest and brave, you know? A game! It's just a game! I'm sorry, I have to go beforehand."

I don't know what kind of mentality Du Jun used to confess his love to me before.

I will not pursue, complain, or scold.

All I need to know is enough——

My first love was just a game.

Looking at the chocolate in my hand, I want to throw it away, but I am a little bit reluctant.

When I decided to bury this chocolate.

I met someone I really fell in love with.

He says--

"The way you take off your glasses, I think it looks really good!"

Aristocrats

My name is Lilith King Clodia.

My father's surname is Jin, from the Huaxia Manchu.

When I was young, I heard my father say that I am a child of the Eight Banners, or Zhenghuangqi, and was a relative of the emperor in the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

My mother's surname is Claudia, and she was a declining nobleman in England. According to my mother, all members of the family have been active in the economic field.

So in the past, my identity and status were very noble.

And now there are always people who want to catch Lilith's stupid hair, if a hundred years ago——

This kind of mob is going to be beheaded!

But even if I say that, there are still people who are hard on my dumbass.

I don't know what it's doing wrong?

All I know is that this stupid hair attracts hatred.

As for my father and mother, who are obviously in two countries with different cultures, but how did they hook up together?

I don't know either... Puff puff...

But when I was a child, I heard my father and mother making out outside the door.

Hearing them "Xiaobaibai~" and "Little Tiantian~".

I didn't expect them to like this tune~

So I reasoned that father and mother might just have similar tastes.