My life is a well-written bedtime story. It is peaceful and stable, has no achievements and no faults, and is boring and boring.
Later, I finally found the person who wrote it. The person told me that everything has a price. If you want to change the future, you have to give up the past. Is it worth it to give up everything I have gained in the past in exchange for a new future?
I think it's worth it. So on the night I chose my future, she gave me two cups,
One cup is water, and the other cup is water. One cup is for freedom, and the other is for death.
(The protagonist is a little girl with white hair and blue eyes. She is a product of self-entertainment. Don't criticize me, let alone the protagonist. If you have to say something, then don't say it.)
Concept: When a person knows his future, will she try to change him?