There is a kind of flower that blooms at the end of the road and fails at the end. It blooms brilliantly and fails decisively.
The accident happened unexpectedly, and she locked herself in the cage of hell and disguised herself. She smiled brightly and cried despairingly, like the last flower blooming on the dead road, until... He appeared; he smiled brightly, like a rose in the fire, occupying her heart bit by bit...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
