在一个普通的小镇上， everyone’s life seemed perfectly ordinary until one fateful day.
It was the usual Monday morning when Li Na walked into the small town of Huoerfuhe, carrying her usual coffee and a basket of fresh bread from the local bakery. But fate had other plans for this quiet Tuesday.
As she made her way through the bustling streets, she couldn’t help but notice something unusual about Mr. Wang, the local baker who always seemed to look down on everyone else. He was known for his strict demeanor and his peculiar habit of smoking cigars while walking, which made him a bit intimidating at times.
“Alright, Na,” he said coldly as she approached him, “don’t waste your time trying to get my attention.” And with that, he turned his nose away from her and continued on his way.
But it wasn’t just Mr. Wang who seemed to be looking down on her. The townsfolk, some of whom were still recovering from the recent incident where a local festival was marred by an act of vandalism, began to make fun of her appearance and behavior.
“See that girl over there? She’s just a weakling,” one man muttered, his voice tinged with disdain as he gestured towards her.
“Or whatever it is you call a woman,” another added, smirking as she crossed her arms across her chest.
Despite the mockery and jeering she received from almost everyone, Li Na tried to keep her composure. She was supposed to be the town’s 拖油瓶, the one who would silently bear the brunt of everyone’s-enhancing目光 without making a sound.
But this time was different.
As she walked further into the heart of the village, she overheard a conversation that sent shivers down her spine.
“Na, you’ll be fine. Just stick to your routine and don’t let anyone get to you,” one of the townsfolk suggested.
But something inside Li Na told her otherwise. She felt an increasing sense of despair, not just from the mockery she was receiving, but from the growing realization that she was becoming the very thing she had been trained to be.
“Stop listening to them,” she muttered under her breath as she continued walking, her heart heavy with pain.
And so, as the sun began to set over the small town, casting a golden glow on the darkened streets, Li Na knew that this was going to be one of those days that would leave an indelible mark on her memory.
By the time she reached home, exhaustion had taken its toll. She collapsed onto her couch in one piece, and for the first time in weeks, there was a real sense of relief.
But deep down, she knew that this was just the beginning of something much larger—and that she would have to face it head-on if she wanted to survive.
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拖油瓶
受虐
情感共鸣
