In that frivolous era, I made a pact with the devil, risked my life to become his lover after a duel with a hungry wolf, and became the woman who cooks for him.
Some people say that it was the blessing that I survived the catastrophe, but during countless sleepless nights, when I saw the tragic death of my parents, I felt like countless ants crawling in my heart. So I played tricks on his food. I could kill him with one blow, but I wouldn't let him die so happily.
I chose a chronic poison. I wanted him to fall in love with me and then leave, making him my puppet.
In that romantic era, I made a covenant with an angel, and she would risk death to stay by my side. I thought she loved me. Until the last moment of her life, she did not hesitate to shoot. My heart died together. I had imagined countless scenes of proposing to her, but I was vulnerable to reality.
Collision between cars is called a car accident, and collision between people is called love. But in reality, cars always give way to each other, and people always miss each other. If you meet again in the next life, just miss it...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
