The Library of the God of ACG

He looked up. There it was, the crimson star that heralded the end of fate.

In the sunset, she leaned against him and murmured, "I'm sorry."

Beyond the sky, a pair of eyes watched her depart, shedding the first tears.

I can't accept this. I'd trade the rest of my life for her to open her eyes once more.

A seven-colored butterfly gave the colors on its wings to a black-and-white world, making it vibrant, but in doing so, it lost itself.

Through countless cycles of reincarnation, even when the two lovers met again, the small figure between them was gone forever.

I can't accept this. I'd willingly sink into the other shore, trading my soul and my memories for the happiness of all three.

Pages rustled. The blank Book of Fate shimmered, and characters danced across it, writing a new story.

The book before me was something I longed for, yet I did not know its weight. I could not pick it up, but neither could I let it go.

I can't accept this. The regret, grief, and sorrow branded deep in my soul made me give everything I had...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.