Perhaps in the end, her hair, which had become hairy balls, had all been cut by a pair of scissors.
She sniffled, feeling wronged.
Not everyone could live up to her level.
There was another car in front of her, and she did not want to stop it. She wanted to take a ride or something. With her current image and appearance, who would pay attention to her? Don’t tell her, you can try, if you don’t try, how would you know if they would pull you or not.
Did she think that she had not tried? She had tried, she had tried, of course she had tried.
If she had not tried, how could she just resign herself to fate and use her two legs to walk back? It was not like she had stopped them once or twice, but when they saw her ragged clothes, who would be willing to pay attention to her, this was her experience and lesson from the blood and tears she had shed along the way.
And she relied on her two legs to walk forward step by step, rain or Shine, day or night, without stopping
