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Who Am I and Who Am I For?
Everyone has thought about how wonderful it would be to have their life over again, but we all know that this is impossible. But life is a long road and we don't know what will happen in the future, so holding on to such a fantasy can be regarded as an idea to live on, right? The author of this book writes purely for entertainment. Any similarity is purely coincidental. Thank you. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitate
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The Happiness System Brings Me to Rebirth
There are all kinds of temptations and opportunities in life. Everyone's life is like a script. Whether the script can change the ending is like the various difficulties encountered on the road of life. Just like breaking through a barrier, there are surprises and opportunities, as well as frights and waits. No one knows where their life is on the road, maybe it is caused by trivial things. Everyone wants to pursue a happy and fulfilling life, and we also envy those families who seem to be very
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Alive
The world is developing, buildings are getting higher and higher, and living standards are getting better and better. But what are we pursuing? It's like living in a cage. Repeating my life day after day, in the end I still cannot break the cage that surrounds my heart. The world is developing, buildings are getting higher and higher, and living standards are getting better and better. But what are we pursuing? It's like living in a cage. Repeating my life day after day, in the end, I still can'
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Dream
In the long ups and downs of life, is it a dream or is it guided by dreams? Everyone's life is like a machine, running according to the set program. However, there are often a small number of people who seem to have seen the real life but are tightly grasped by a pair of invisible big hands. Only a very small number of people stand at the top of the road but are often hidden or disappear in the end. What kind of world do we live in? Is it a complaint? Confused? Or is it a stalemate? Why! ! ! Thi
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