"I won't live long anyway, what's wrong with me being selfish and willful?" Luo Yinzhu often comforted himself in this way, and warned himself over and over again:
"The only person I trust in this world is myself."
"Everything I do is just for myself."
"For myself, I can abandon and use anyone."
"What does the life and death of others have to do with me?"
This is what Luo Yinzhu thinks every day, and he prides himself on doing so.
She looks gentle and well-behaved, but in the eyes of others, she is a weak and cowardly sick child.
But when Luo Yinzhu raised the butcher knife towards them, they realized how crazy she was.
But how many people in the world know that her past is unbearable to look back on, and her future will be stepped into a mud ditch.
All she has is the present...
That moment when I was plagued by illness and nightmares all day and night...
That... The few remaining moments...
When the "butterfly" falls from the starry sky and the "leaf" withers, the "flower" realizes how precious it is...
Since then, every year when spring comes and flowers bloom, butterflies will still come in droves as usual.
But she... Has disappeared...
Fantasy world, two heroines. (This is the author's first attempt at writing a book, so please forgive me for any shortcomings or mistakes.)
