On a messy battlefield, a woman in red clothes was holding a man covered in blood and crying. After crying enough, the woman raised her head, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, made a soft voice, and said something.
Looking at the quiet man in her arms, the woman sighed softly, her face full of pain and sadness. She arranged their clothes, picked up the dagger not far away, stabbed the heart slowly and bit by bit, and fell into the man's arms.
"Who are you?"
"Where is she?"
"Why can't it be me? Why!"
Once I fall into a dream, the scene reappears, what kind of entanglement is it.
When all the memories return, how should she choose?
The chess pieces have fallen, the story begins, let's wait and see.
