These are not the best times in my life right now. I think I can tell my story again. Two years ago life was wonderful and I came across this manhua. I was so ashamed to read it that I stopped reading it. I returned to reading in May last year. Life was cr** back then. I lost all my friends. This manhua became a relief, I became the happiest when I read it. All the emotions that I lost came back. It was a miracle. This manhua was the light at the end of the tunnel. Last fall it got worse. Apathy, fear, the desire to kill oneself grew every day. And only love and interest in manhua kept me in this world. I ate as much as I could until summer. On the third of June I met a wonderful girl. Thanks manhua. We talked every day, just like now. Then my parents sent me to camp. I made friends there. I didn't hide my real self. As I did at home, at school, in the village. I learned to live and love life. And my need for this manhua has become less. But today my sister was caught smoking. Now I've lost everything. Mom looks at me like I'm cr**, and dad is the same dad. Angry as usual. Now, because of my sister, I won’t be able to visit friends from the city. I won't be sent to a camp. I lost my incentive to live today. If it weren't for this manhua, I would have killed myself a year ago. I want to live only for the sake of this manhua and friends.
I worked for so long to learn to live and love this nasty life. But in the end it's cr**. I was the perfect daughter, I deprived myself of all my friends and hobbies to make my parents happy, I killed my personality. But in the end it's cr**. I just wanted to be loved. Why does my mother look at me so terribly for one offense? I gave all of myself to her. I hate myself for being like this. But I was and remained this way for her sake. And in the end, as always
I worked for so long to learn to live and love this nasty life. But in the end it's cr**. I was the perfect daughter, I deprived myself of all my friends and hobbies to make my parents happy, I killed my personality. But in the end it's cr**. I just wanted to be loved. Why does my mother look at me so terribly for one offense? I gave all of myself to her. I hate myself for being like this. But I was and remained this way for her sake. And in the end, as always
