When I was seven years old, the enemy carved into my soul moved in next door.
From that very first day when he stuck his tongue out at me and called me ugly, I kept a little black book of my grievances in my heart. One day, I will get him back.
See title for my mood.

Author’s note: Spoiler alert, Ji XiuRan is the male lead

He sat behind me and pulled my pigtails. 1 mark.
He threw the dodgeball at me. 1 mark.
He ate my pudding. 2 marks.
See title for my mood.

Soon, there were too many little black marks that I couldn’t remember them all, so I got a little notebook and wrote “I HATE JI XIURAN!!!” on the cover (three exclamation marks to make my point).
Hmph. I sent lasers at him with my eyes.

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From across the playground.
“Who’s that girl glaring at you?” A boy asked the sixth-grade Ji XiuRan beside him.
“The little wife I’m raising.”

NOTE: Format is one main story (c1-4) and then short arcs of different lengths describing different points of their life.