How to Love This World? Zeraora?

(Daily writing, systematic, please discuss in a friendly manner) As a lonely Zeraora, it wanted to add some color to its life, so it learned various things, such as editing, music, writing, painting, growing flowers, etc. Netizens called it a perfect elf except for a small TV. Even the arrival of the system did not change Zeraora's life. After all, it did not like fighting, but it could get some useful life skills and delicious food from the system, which Zeraora enjoyed very much. But past experiences have left an indelible impact and caused self-division. Can Zeraora really reconcile with herself? Is it a warm and friendly Pokémon, or a monster hiding in the crowd? Incident after incident, how should Zeraora love the world? If there were no birthdays on that night, could it be what it looked like in the dream?