François Bordeaux regarded himself as an abandoned child of fate. He was blocked from the door of success by a diagnosis. All his efforts melted away like the remaining snow that spring. Instead of waiting for death, he chose to have a carnival at the end of his life.
Francie wanders around until she meets the darling of fate: Mescual Gorges. The prominent surname gave him almost everything, whether it was money, power, or status. But Mescall's abilities were mediocre and he accomplished nothing. He spends money like water just for fun and gets drunk all day long.
But Mescual was born at the pinnacle that France pursued but could never reach.
In the choking lavender mist, Francie asked Mescual with some malicious intent about his ideals.
Mescall thought for a while: "Let's die in less pain before the end of 29 years old..." He didn't finish his words, because Francie's whole body was trembling.
Francie laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe. After all, who would have thought that the ideal of destiny's darling would actually be the destined ending for him, an outcast?
He patted Mescual on the shoulder: "Your ideal is really bad."
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In the end, neither the Beloved nor the Outcast's ideals were realized.
Is this fair?
Who knows.
**Neither of the two protagonists is a good person, and both of their characters are trash.
Mission: Everyone is equal