"I'm going to prom with the driver, so you can walk home tonight."

The girl in a delicate red dress stood at the door, looked at the person by the window condescendingly, and hooked the corners of her lips contemptuously: "Don't think about suing my uncle, what is your identity, what is something, you should still have a little self-knowledge."

Before the words fell, the girl turned around and walked out without looking back, walking briskly in the corridor, humming a brisk song.

The dusk is deep, and the windows of the huge studio are dyed with a warm halo.

In front of the window sat a girl in a short shirt, she silently lowered her eyes and looked at the drawing board in front of her, she didn't seem to notice what the girl in the red dress said, her slender fingers hung down, on the drawing paper, a stroke of rendering.

She was very thin, her body did not seem to be very good, and her face was surprisingly small, pale, and weak, like a schoolboy who did not know anything about the world.

However, her eyes are particularly deep, like a pool of still and immobile lake water, without half a ripple, black like the middle of the night, which makes people feel frightened.

She stared at the canvas silently, her fingers moving slowly, little by little, to paint the canvas until the entire painting was complete.

She slowly stopped.

At this time, the sunset will end and the dusk will stop.

The girl stood up, her eyebrows lowered, her long bangs covered her eyebrows, she picked up her schoolbag, closed the door, and walked gently towards the school gate.

The driver from the house has already left.

The school gate was empty.

She walked back along the familiar road with a blank face, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

The neon of the city hit the tip of her small nose, and passers-by pointed at her, as if to say something, judging her, she hung her head, her pale and weak fingers clenched unconsciously at her side, the corners of her mouth pursed, and it took a lot of effort to keep herself from escaping.

No...... Don't look at me......

Fear was like a tide rushing towards her, she covered her heart, quickened her pace and kept running, as if there was a wild beast chasing behind her, and it would take more than an hour to walk on weekdays, and it would take forty minutes to arrive.

She hesitated to push open the door of the house, the old housekeeper who was wearing a dress and was not smiling was already waiting at the door, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, and said with a smile: "It's Miss Gu Cha who is back."

She nodded in a panic and was about to go upstairs.

The old housekeeper stretched out his hand to stop her, "Tonight, the master has a party, and the eldest lady has also gone to the ball, and she didn't order to cook dinner, Miss Gu Cha wants to eat, I'm afraid she will have to do it herself." ”

The girl's hand grabbing the strap of the schoolbag turned white, she restrained the fear in her heart, and said "yes" very lightly.

The old housekeeper let go of his hand, got out of the way, and looked her up and down, "I hope Miss Gu knows what to say and what not to say." ”

The girl looked down at him, nodding her head in confusion, her fingers on her side about to pinch blood.

"Go ahead."

The old housekeeper saw her bloodless appearance, sneered in his heart, and finally let her go, and did not forget to remind her: "The studio upstairs hopes that Miss Gu Cha will not go again, otherwise the eldest lady will be angry."

Studio......

The palm of her hand was finally filled with panic, and the blood was dug out, she didn't have to look back, and she didn't dare to look at the housekeeper again, she ran upstairs, and the moment she closed the door, she buried herself in the quilt, trembling unscrupulously.

Fear...... I'm so scared......

But why can't there be tears in the eyes?

She hugged herself, cold to the end.

Mom and Dad......

Is it okay not to go to school anymore......

She's so scared......

Can you not see anyone again......

She's on her own, right......

She hugged herself like the last straw, letting the darkness drown her.

Until a piercing mechanical sound rang in my ears.

"Ding! Ask the host to receive the plot. ”

She opened her eyes and saw the screen in front of her, and there was a melancholy in her eyes that had not dissipated.

The system glanced at it, and had an ominous premonition: "Spicy chicken host, you won't be affected by the original owner's body, right......?"

The girl didn't speak, after reading the plot, she hugged the quilt, lay on the bed like dead, and began to sort out the data in her mind.

The original owner's name is Gu Cha, and she is the adopted daughter of the Song family, a top wealthy family in the capital.

The original owner was the daughter of Song Mingcheng's employees, the previous president of the Song family, and had a happy family.

After solving the enemy's family, in order to repay the original owner's parents for saving their lives, Song Mingcheng decided to adopt the original owner, but Song Ming was an adult, and he was sick, so he couldn't take care of the original owner directly, so he entrusted the original owner to his mature and stable grandson Song Yu, and told Song Yu to take care of the original owner.

Song Yu agreed, took the original owner to his villa, and instructed his subordinates to take care of him, so he took over the company and no longer took care of the original owner.

The original owner's mood was not better because of the rich life, since the death of his parents, the original owner couldn't accept the blow for a while, sad and depressed, and even suffered from depression.

She lives in her own world every day, hates communication, hates to see people, and is very sensitive to the good and evil of the outside world.

No one found out about all this, and the original owner didn't want people to find out.

If this is the case, maybe the original owner will not have any resentment.

Although the original owner was depressed, her former sunny life gave her a clean heart.

The bad thing is that there is another eldest lady in the villa, this Song Tianjiao eldest lady, is the child of Song Yu's late sister, she has been the pride of the sky since she was a child, and she is the darling of everyone's hearts.

Since the original owner came, this eldest lady felt that her status had been challenged, and she was kind to the original owner, seemingly friendly, but she was disgusted to the extreme, not only bullying and isolating the original owner at school, but also hinting at home that the original owner got out of the villa, this is not her home.

The original owner was silent, and it was impossible to compete with her head-on, so he became more and more incommunicative with others, and was obsessed with painting all day long, as if this was the only way to find his true self.

However, this little hope was eventually shattered.

At an international painting competition, the original owner handed in his most satisfactory painting, hoping to get some recognition, but was eventually convicted of plagiarism.

It turned out that Song Tianjiao also participated in the painting competition, and they handed over the same paintings, compared to the self-confident and proud, left and right daughters, the original owner cowered, and her silent appearance was too unpleasant, so that everyone acquiesced to her plagiarism.

They took it for granted that she plagiarized Song Tianjiao.

This incident caused a very bad impact, the original owner was dropped out of school for character corruption, and was completely banned by the painting world, a person who copied other people's paintings in exchange for success would be looked down upon by everyone.

Song Tianjiao deservedly won the gold medal of the competition and became famous, but the original owner was driven out of the Song family, and finally on a cold rainy night, he was humiliated to death by the people found by Song Tianjiao.

The original owner's depression made it impossible for her to defend herself, and no one ever believed her.

What she cared about most was never her success, but the talent for drawing that she had made her mother proud of.

She wanted her mother to be proud of her, but all this was broken and could no longer be glued.

It turned out that this world was never what she imagined.

All the good things will be blown away by the wind, and in the end, nothing will be left.

But she will also be a little unwilling, her dream is broken, who will pay?