The witch, the gangster of the motorcycle party, with rude behavior, wearing eye-catching special attack uniforms, wearing heavy Taimei makeup, and long black nails, it is always easy to get angry and beat people, and the brain is not very good.
Guess who's cooler? Or, guess what, who is stronger?
Peaches have the laws of their own world. In the small place of the next wife, she nonchalantly dressed in a dreamy costume, held a parasol, walked on the country road, and passed a group of people wearing clothes bought from Jusco. She will not be assimilated, and she has no interest in disdain. The external world, in her eyes, is purely irrelevant to herself.
Early-ripening peaches have been so calm and mature since childhood. When Taozi was still in elementary school, she could calmly hold the hand of her mother who abandoned her husband and daughter, and told her that people suddenly become very timid when faced with great happiness. It takes more courage to seize happiness than to endure pain. Just like the 18th-century French celebrities that Peaches yearned for, she also completely abandoned all emotions in her heart.
No sympathy for someone else's death, no loneliness for one person. She said that man is a solitary animal, one is born, one thinks, and one dies. Saying that a person can't survive and so on, if that's the case, then I don't need to be a human being, or I can be a dog. At least a lot more self-reliant than someone who has to depend on others. She said that parents, friends, lovers, no matter what, to me, the titles of president, section chief, section chief, person in charge, and administrator are the same. Other than that it makes no sense.
No need, no need for anyone else. Peach, with her maturity beyond her age, weaves her own way of life, and walks gorgeously and leisurely in a world that is only her own. Her inner world is so powerful that the real world is just a decoration for her, and everything that happens there, all the laws recognized by the world, have become pale and empty.
Cold, indifferent, or withdrawn, after all, she just ignores the world. Not out of anger, not out of cynicism, not out of disdain or hatred, just that she likes her world.
The Miko, who was constantly bullied because of her weak personality, finally joined the organization after meeting the leader Yashumei. She taught her that "Women can't cry in front of others. This will be sympathized by others." She began to learn to be strong, but being strong does not necessarily mean being strong. The sturdy appearance can't hide the shy and pure heart of the witch. She always relies on Yashumei and the organization, relying on those legendary stories, so that her spirit can belong. She is afraid of loneliness, so she always pesters Peach for no reason, forcing her to be her friend and listen to herself. She was easily attracted to the boy, but she was shy because of her shyness.
But witches can trust others so thoroughly.
She would say to Taozi that giving you the special attack uniform means giving your life to you. When Taozi called her, she would unabashedly say, I'm so happy, this is the first time you said you want to see me. No matter where you are, I will go, definitely go. This kind of unreasonable, downright, and frank trust is like the ultimate weapon in this world, brutal but straight to the heart, severing all barriers, including the barriers of the peach aristocratic fantasy world.
Momoko started embroidering the Miko's special attack uniform. Looking at the Miko's excited face, she felt like crying for the first time. When confused, Momoko thought of the witch. And when the witches were fighting against the organization, Peach got on a motorcycle for the first time, picked up a metal rod, abandoned her sweet tone, wore a muddy princess dress, and shouted, "Don't think I'm easy to bully" .
Who is cooler, you say? Or, you say, who is stronger?
Many boys say that it is impossible to have a friendship like a peach and a witch between a girl and a girl. The love that entrusts one's life to a girl is false in every possible way. In their eyes, girls and girls are just a light afternoon tea, just gossiping about shopping, just comforting and hugging each other while crying. They firmly believe that a woman's natural enemy is a woman, so they always look ambiguous, sit and watch the intrigue between girls, and take pleasure in it.
They don't know that, in fact, there are too many women who are more ambitious than men. They don't know that, in fact, under the appearance of many weak and innocent, there is perseverance and bravery that is invincible. They don't know, but it doesn't matter. Just like peaches, powerful women do not need the understanding or approval of others, and their world does not need a creature with the name of a man.
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