No Longer A Female Supporting Role

Moc Tra opened her eyes and looked at the faint, fanciful space in front of her eyes. A white color hurts the eyes, where is this so strange?She clearly remembers sitting reading a story that was sent to her by a friend, because the author dared to put her name in the name of a woman whose face was thicker than the street. Stupidly following the male lead. It's too cynical.Frustrated because her name was included in the story, she said a few sentences and climbed into the bed, conveniently throwing the book in the trash.Open your eyes, this is the scene now. Everything became blurry and shimmering, and she herself felt extremely bewildered. Why is she here? Is she dreaming? Pinch my cheek, the pain is real. This is not a dream.In front of her suddenly appeared a girl around 17, surprisingly very similar to her except for the color of her eyes. Her eyes are blue and this girl is red. She knelt down in front of her crying, her expression miserable. Her heart inexplicably ached, hidden aching pain.Sister Tra, you have to help me eagerlyMoc Tra helped her up and hurriedly saidWho are you? Do I know you? Why am I here?That girl continued Read more