So, at the end of the story, the girl closed her eyes and looked forward hopefully to the next bedtime story that was destined to never come, that person whispered to herself. "
Finally, the author put down the pen, everything had settled, and the story finally came to the most perfect ending she had ever had.
The girl climbed to the top of the building with all her strength, moaning as time passed by. She stretched out her hands, but all she saw were rough, scarred fingers with protruding joints.
For some reason, there was a surge of heat in her eyes.
She was happy that she had feelings like a human being,
Finally, in pain and joy, she took the last step.
In the gap between life and death, mottled hair is flying,
The shackles called fetters are getting stronger at this moment,
She is reluctant to let go, unwilling to let go of that bondage,
But she had never been so free.
"This book is for my beloved daughter...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
