True Nature of Soul

A gene is edited and a life is judged. Take digital coding as your life, and take the established direction as your end. That is the basic composition of this sunless land. That is the core collusion implicated in this desire. —— "The end that starts with deception can't get true 'love'?" She sat proudly on the high platform, looked down at the chessboard layout, and raised her finger to hold the king. "So what, does its point of view matter? A poor imitation by a hypocrite." Although the queen is in the game, there are many people sitting on the edge. —— It wakes up and it chooses. A coward surrenders trust, a being deceives. "She" is dazed, "she" is forced. A bunch of truths were buried and a bunch of transactions were implicated. We work together to find the truth. Codified in the code of 416, with the false promises of roses. —— "... Why?" She looked on, puzzled. That figure is cowardly, that figure is powerless. "If not... It turns out... That's what you are like?" That figure is arrogant, that figure is flamboyant. Hypocritical mask? Sincere holiness. —— We deceive ourselves, we have no choice. Chessboard layout, pawns and generals. —— "..." Love, true, pure, love. That love born for memory. That awakened love. … That can only be devoted to the love of imitations. A poor imitation, a poor imitation. She grasped the sharp blade tightly, knowing her mistake and feeling confused. "... You have spent your whole life interpreting her sincerity, but you have been forced to codify her embarrassment. This is a mistake. I should have taken action long ago." If she lives, she is just being checked and balanced in the center of the chessboard, then "I, maybe shouldn't get involved." —— The night snow covers the robe, and the cold is deep into the bones. Those green eyes are clear, and that love is bone-piercing. She had never had a person who smiled openly in her memory. She can reach people who are choked up and embarrassed in front of her. Long night, cold wind, snowflakes... True and false, strong and weak, good and evil... Tears. The tightly held sharp blade was put down and hit Ye Xue, soaking in blood. She looked, she was silent, she closed her eyes. "I don't care anymore." The chessboard was half full, but the queen missed her move. No one can retreat from this game, and no one can win this battle. —— All living beings will eventually win? All living beings will eventually be sacrificed. Thousands of threads, but ultimately speechless. Reading Reminder 1. The world view of this article is grand, and the situations in each field are almost independent, but there is a logical connection overall. 2. The "she" in the introduction is not one of the two protagonists, but she is indeed the soul mate of one of them. 3. This article has a tendency to be officially recommended. 4. The two protagonists have almost a dual-line narrative. They are not partners, but close friends. 5. The article is a group portrait article. Most of the supporting characters only have less plot and do not have their own characteristics. Intention: write down some knowledge