I was sitting on the bench across the road with shelter on my head. My back was straight, my wild curly hair secured in a perfect bun. In my hands were a few textbooks and a laptop. I was trying my best to be independent and strong.
Despite my hardest attempt, he somehow managed to make me fall down to my knees. ......
"Why do you call me 'Snow'?"
"Because you're so delicate, yet you can make the others very weak."
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