She had a delightfully airheaded master. Though quiet, the impression he left on her ran deep.

There was Ming—a warm-hearted yet blunt guy. Chatting with him always felt genuinely uplifting.

Then Haixian, another warm-hearted but straightforward guy, with a hint of that flashy, street-smart swagger.

And Big Intestine, the so-called “old uncle” (barely past twenty), a total goofball brimming with humor—seriously, sketch comedy material.

She also had *that* guy who insisted on being her older brother. Cluelessly earnest, he’d fumble through comforting her every time.

Later, a girl named Xian’er joined them. Stunningly beautiful—but she became the start of Liang Sheng’s nightmare.

Xiao Yan had a notoriously short fuse, cursing everyone without exception. Liang Sheng wasn’t spared either; she got absolutely shredded over something trivial.

It barely shook her. She knew his nature well—she didn’t take it to heart.

Then Xian’er appeared.

“I hate you,” she said coldly. “So fake. So hypocritical—a two-faced girl, utterly detestable.”

Then came the words that shattered Liang Sheng completely:

“I… no. *We*… all of us… hate you.”

“Who?! Who exactly?!”

Xian’er smiled silently, then murmured after a long pause, “Don’t you realize how detestable you are?”

“Why didn’t they tell me? Why wouldn’t they say it?!”

“Xiao Yan was right,” Xian’er sneered. “You’re nothing but a despicable bitch. Hmph~”

Liang Sheng bowed her head. Tears fell. She’d lost count of how many times she’d cried for them.

The blow cut deep. She’d seen them as part of herself.

She wrote a diary entry:

I carved my heart into pieces,

Gave them to those I chose.

They felt like friends, like lovers—

I even called them family.

I tore my affection into threads,

Offered them to those I loved.

They took them with smiling faces, never holding them close.

I foolishly believed they cherished them.

Stars twinkled above,

Plunging me into endless dark.

Where did you go?

I groaned in pain,

Thinking you were just too busy to find your way back.

Next morning, sunshine bright,

You returned down another path—cheerful, laughing.

My smile returned.

But I missed it:

*You* came back together.

Not *us*.

I wanted you happy.

I swallowed my pain,

Pretended lightness.

Shared my joy, hid my sorrow.

Longed for your joy too.

My love sank into dust.

I tried not to wonder: Did you love me back?

Basking in your laughter—

Fate slapped me hard.

*He* came.

*She* came.

*They* came.

Shadows stirred behind them.

*He* trampled my gentleness,

Crushed my dignity.

*She* betrayed my sincerity,

Shoved me into agony.

*They* watched from afar—

Spectators. No rescue.

The shadows spread lies,

Exploited my kindness.

Later, I overheard:

They were tired of me.

Wished I’d vanish.

Because I couldn’t game well.

Because I stayed silent, scared to disturb you.

Because I tiptoed, fearing dislike.

Because she called me “fake-cute, playing victim.”

Because he called me “a despicable bitch.”

Acting cute? Girls do that.

But “playing victim”?

If hurt, why stay silent?

I never dumped my pain on you.

I joked about myself—

Just to make you smile. To feel loved.

I raged.

I resented.

I ached.

I left.

I tried to forget the path home.

When night fell,

Moonlight brushed my face—

I remembered the way.

But I dared not return.

No one waited.

No one welcomed.

I looked toward the path’s end:

Lights glowed there.

Darkness clung to me.

I recalled a story:

A cat returned—

One eye gouged out.

Its owner laughed, “Stay close, and you won’t get hurt.”

The cat yowled, leaped into their arms,

Scratched their neck.

It never vanished again—

*Because they took its eye.*

How I envied that owner.

Punish the unloving.

Keep them forever.

I am no saint.

I don’t wish you well.

At dawn, nightmares jolt me awake—

I curse you.

I hurt myself.

“They say time heals.”

A lie.

Time passed.

I loved you more.

Longed for you more.

Hated you more.

This tangled pain consumed me.

Curses grew darker.

Scars deepened—

From faint bruises to beads of blood.

I held back.

You weren’t worth it.

But I still punished myself—

For being “cheap.”

Why love those who don’t love you?

Under starry skies,

I gaze upward, long.

Like the Little Prince said:

“If you love a flower on a star,

Every night, the stars bloom like flowers for you.”

Yes.

I loved *you*.

Now, stars look like your smiling faces.

The Little Prince tamed the fox.

*You* tamed me.

But his parting held mutual love.

Mine holds only my sorrow, rage, regret.

*You* simply didn’t care.

So painful.

My heart screams:

Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love me?

*You must love me.*

Why don’t you love me?

Curses.

Cuts.

Longing.

Tears.

Until dreams bring you back—

You were, besides family and true friends,

The ones I loved most.

I hate you.

Liang Sheng stared at the scars on her hands. Silent. Her eyes dim. A single tear traced her stiff cheek.

Goodbye, friends.

Suddenly—she jolted awake. Eyes wide. Seawater stung her eyes.

*Wait.*

From “Goodbye, friends” onward… this wasn’t *her* memory. Whose was it?!

Panicked, she gulped more water. Strength gone. Truly gone…

Then—her real memory surged back.

She’d been beaten.

By the boyfriend of the girl she liked.

“You’re disgusting,” he spat. “You disgust *her* too.”

Squinting, she saw Lin Yiyi hiding behind him, clinging like a timid bird—

Staring at her with pure loathing.

Liang Sheng closed her eyes.

So it was true. She was wrong.

The girl she loved… hated her.

And if she hadn’t spoken up, her “moonlight” would never have torn off that gentle mask.

It was all her fault.

So she’d bury this memory deep.