So, only then can oneself bear hardships, like this is not willing to let her suffer more.

Both physically and mentally.

The girl pushed open the door of the bedroom, took a bath and came out in her pajamas.

Now, she doesn't like to wear those household clothes.

Unlike before, she knew that she didn't have to go out, so even if she wore household clothes, it didn't matter, but now it's different.

Now, she really has no need to go out.

Once she went out, she almost fell into the river.

But now she likes to wear those beautiful clothes.

Because, if you wear pajamas all the time, it will give her an illusion.

It seems that there is really no need to go out like this.

It's nice here, but it's like a warm prison.

You can always trap them.

From then on, you don't have to go out again.

It's true. I'm not reconciled.

After all, she's really young.

At such a young age, I have to bear all this.

It's heavy and stressful.

She was not reconciled.

So she began to toss herself.

She is very good.

Otherwise, parents will also be a little darling, shouting for so many years.

She grew up without any rebellious period.

I'm so good.

It's always the kind that can make parents worry.

But she never thought of it.

Her rebellious period can come so late.

Now she is worrying her parents.

The girl sat on the bed for a long time. Slowly, she raised her hand and wrote a name on the window.

Every stroke hides feelings and desires.

With regret.

More helpless.

For a long time, she raised her hand and disordered the handwriting.

She took a deep breath and took out a notebook from under the bed.

One page after another, she stopped on the blank page. After a long pause, she raised her hand and took a pen.

Slowly write their own thoughts.

At the end of writing, she could not help the nib trembling gently.

Today, I learned to cook.

Although I thought it might be difficult.

But I didn't know until I tried.

It's not hard.

It's not hard at all.

In fact, that's really the same thing.

She learned those things one by one.

From the beginning of writing to now, we can cook.

You can even take a walk around your home, although it's only a short distance.

She's really done a lot.

The words from the heart of her parents, as proud as her, finally learned again.

In this cruel and cruel world, she changed her identity, lost a lot, and finally learned what is calm.

From a very young age, she knew how to measure.

In this world, nothing is really difficult.

As long as you study hard, you will find that they are all mangzi.

For example, she couldn't see, but she learned to do it.

Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help laughing.

She thought that she would be optimistic at last.

Actually, in the end, I still remember.

Forget something.

I must have forgotten something.

She thought that she really forgot about it.

after all, it's hard for her to think about the name as long as she mentions that person.

I'm afraid that I'm still in love.

Then in this world, everyone has my own small world.

Son, he is really too sad.

So, actually. If you really want to count it up, she really has to suffer from it.

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