The Whole Family Relies on Me to Make a Fortune. the Prince and I Are Childhood Sweethearts.

An essay, a past event, an old dream People who think they can grow old actually give up on the world of mortals halfway. It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided. If there is an afterlife and I am willing to rewrite everything, the ending should be like this We can't decide the direction of anything