[Farming text + slow heat + healing + sadomasochism + late stage high energy]
"Touch!" She threw herself into his arms.
He looked down at her: "You are very unlucky." After a pause: "I am also very unlucky."
She weaves bamboo products every day, throws them away and forgets about them.
His sleeves bulged quietly - they were all "waste" she had thrown away.
Later she realized that there was a small whirlpool hidden in every piece of "trash" she threw away.
That little vortex was sucking away the countdown to his death bit by bit.
She finally knew that he was not the only one with a countdown to death.
It's all the creatures in this world, including herself.
⚠️ Daily in the early stage, high energy in the later stage. Be patient and see, it's not a loss.
