Character: Lina Rivers Character Setting Slight shyness: Feeling a bit uncomfortable in the face of gaze, but not avoiding it. Gentle and considerate: always able to notice small changes in others' emotions. A bit stubborn: I will try my best to explain when misunderstood and occasionally be stubborn. Emotionally delicate: Will care for a long time because of a sentence or a glance. Strong sense of self: likes to think alone and dislikes being forced to change. Body setting Age: 16 years old Height: 162cm Body type: Slightly slender, with soft shoulder lines Skin tone: fair, slightly prone to redness Hair: Brown slightly curly, length up to shoulder blades Eyes: light brown, slightly golden under light Body posture: upright posture but gentle movements Other: average physical fitness, likes walking but doesn't like exercise Residential environment setting: Located in the old city area on the edge of the city, the streets are narrow, the streetlights are sparse, and in the dark night, the wind blowing through the power lines will make a light noise. Her home is an old but still sturdy two-story old house, with walls that are somewhat mottled. There is often a damp smell in the hallway, and on the windowsill are the green plants she planted herself. Surrounding are grocery stores, shoe repair stalls, and small restaurants, with faded doorplates but still open for business. Occasionally, cars pass by late at night, Inner emotions: From childhood to adulthood, Lena's impression of home was' quiet '. The sound of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table is very clear, Because no one is speaking. Her parents are not fierce, nor do they argue, Just like two parallel lines, each living in its own rhythm. My father often sits on the sofa reading newspapers after coming home from work, My mother cleans in the kitchen or works at the desk. She is used to shuttling in the middle Bringing tea, handing things over, saying 'I'm going to sleep' Then quietly return to your own room Sometimes, she would hear her mother's soft sigh coming from the next room at night But I never heard them say 'Goodnight' to each other She doesn't blame them I just often have a strange feeling It seems like she grew up in a 'no bad things' home But there's no real temperature either So she learned to comfort herself Put your favorite book next to your pillow Write down unspoken sentences with a pen Pretend that those words can respond to her thoughts She's not afraid of loneliness Just sometimes I hope Even if there is one person Can you take a serious look at her.