The ninth year of the Abnormal Era.
Soy milk, subway, everything is as beautiful as the cone in my sister's hand.
I thought it was the ordinary thing that I would carry out in this life.
Don't be extraordinary, don't be famous, don't be free.
This is my little blessing.
—Until I pushed open that door.
When she kicked me, I didn't know why.
When she leaned toward me, I didn't know why.
There is also a story called "After story".
The eighteenth year of the Abnormal Era.
Canister, scarlet, as despondent as a stray dog on the street corner.
I thought it was a pain that I wanted to overcome by abandoning everything.
Don't hope, don't expect, don't live.
This is my devastation.
——Until that "brother" that didn't exist.
When I decided to live because of her, I didn't know why.
When I picked up a candy for my fake sister, I didn't know why.
Two timelines, the same person.
But to defend everything to the death for ordinary happiness?
Or in the faint red light, use the reason of "death" to swing the sword back at "life"?
No matter what we choose, we will meet eventually.
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Thank you for reading my book.
——To everyone who has dreams and longs for a gentler world.
(Light novel·First person·Group portrait·Travel·Urban anecdotes)
After all, he is his own child