People say that everything has animism. Every flower also has its own soul. But who, with the hurried footsteps, trampled my humble soul?
One
At that moment, I had the urge to cry. I have never hated myself so much, and I have never resented myself so much for why I cannot bloom. It was really fate that made me so close, but it was not the mandala he praised.
Two
It turns out that fate is really ruthless. In this life, I am his daughter, but I cannot meet him in the best years. Just like in the previous life, I am not the manjushahua that he admired, but bloomed gracefully after he stepped off the Naihe Bridge. Fate really doesn't give people any hope.
Three
I'm back in the underworld again. The moment he fell, I finally understood why, in my previous life, I was a flower that could not bloom, because I was not a flower in the first place.
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