"Because I love eating spicy hotpot, love eating chips and knife-cut noodles, love drinking yogurt and milk tea. At home I'm quite rough; when I'm on break I don't wash my face or wear makeup, and don't meticulously take care of my skin. I wear clothes casually, do random tasks at work hoping for results—my worldview isn't grand, but outside I must constantly maintain my dignity, my grace. These things can't be showcased."
Her face was full of tears. "Gradually, I've spent so much energy concealing my flaws, hence I disdain those who casually reveal their dark sides, and I've become increasingly cynical.
I feel like everyone in this world is hypocritical. Whenever I encounter problems, I feel it's because the heavens are unfair: I was born into a poor family, had bad luck, grew up in the countryside without seeing much of the world, attended the wrong school, and chose a major I'm not good at.
My suffering is all caused by these external forces.
