Gentle, vicious, frail and sick × cold and sinister, two-faced attack
That is the last glimmer of hope when the world dies, that is the last glimmer of light when the dust settles, that is the last touch of tenderness after a life of loneliness, that is the last sharp blade after catching the light. When you get the new life you don't want to get, when you see the truth you don't want to see, the mask you have worn for two lives is finally broken in this life. Maybe it's not that the world is bad, but that the happiness the world gives you comes too late.
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This story is a self-set world view. Any similarities are purely coincidental. You can point out some similarities. If they involve the framework of this story, they will not be modified. If they are only similar in details, they will be modified. This story was conceived for three years and it is not easy to create. I hope everyone can read it in a civilized way. Please give me your advice.
Intention: Everyone will encounter their own gentleness. If you don't encounter it, it is running too slowly.
