Sharp-tongued mute dragon girl VS a general who seems cold and heartless but is really just a rascal
The withered branches and dead trees saw off the sunset once more, and bid farewell to the bloodstains on the stone steps.
None of them had ever existed. No one can exist forever.
The lead, whose part wasn't very big, didn't even know if she counted as a protagonist. When she woke again, the people in the play had long since left the stage, and this insignificant supporting character, who never knew what to do with herself, found she was a little reluctant to let go.
Hello. When we meet again, remember me. Hello, who are you? Do we... know each other?
We're all ordinary people. All of us. No one can escape.
We're all characters. There's no need to play a supporting role for anyone.
You've forgotten why you were living in the first place. What's the point of standing here?
Let me help you remember.
You are human, free and unbound, with nothing holding you back.
You are a dragon, soaring through the highest heavens, yet you toil for things that aren't worth it.
If I could choose death in my life, I would have died long ago.
She went from human to god, much as an ordinary person goes from childhood to old age, weathered by time.
I am weak, and I am strong.
(The female lead is meant to be a pretty ordinary person. She's ordinary, though she can be a little irritating: just like an ordinary person in real life. There aren't really any godlike beings in this book. The author has truly put all the subtext they could into it, QAQ.)
This book is very well written and one of the few that I like. If you don't read it carefully, you won't understand it. I hope you readers will read this book carefully and don't listen to other people's opinions until you read it yourself.
This book is very well written and one of the few that I like. If you don't read it carefully, you won't understand it. I hope you readers will read this book carefully and don't listen to other people's opinions until you read it yourself.