She died at the age of 25, was bound to the "Human Heart Collection System", and was reborn as a weak and helpless 14-year-old orphan. Not smart, not skilled, just using a dodder-like attitude to push the boat along - the three men were lying on the gambling table of fate, and she just lowered her eyelashes: "I can't do anything, I can only rely on you."
The desert wind and sand buried her whole life, whose face was the last thing she remembered?
Intention: When a person enters emotions with a mission, when she counts every heartbeat soberly, when she uses a weak disguise to manipulate people's hearts - she thinks she is standing outside the game. Until one day I discovered that my heart was also written into the task progress bar. It turns out that those who collect people's hearts have already bet their hearts on the gambling table.