There was a girl who longed deeply for love and affection from her adoptive parents, but no matter how hard she tried to please them, her efforts went unnoticed. Each day, she carried a quiet ache in her heart, hiding her pain behind a gentle smile. Her home, though filled with people, always felt empty to her. One day, she overheard her colleagues discussing a popular novel and decided to read it, hoping to distract herself from her loneliness. As she read the chapters. she found comfort in the story’s world and grew attached to one of the character—a kind, understanding soul who seemed to mirror her own emotions. His words, his struggles, and his compassion made her feel for the first time in her life. She began to wait eagerly for each moment she could spend reading about him, as if he were a real person she could confide in. But as the story reached its climax, tragedy struck—the character she loved died. The loss felt unbearably real. She closed it with tears in her eyes, mourning not only him but also the love and warmth she had always yearned for but never received.