Does relying on others mean you're doomed to live a life of humiliation?
If you're not strong enough, does that mean I have to give up the person I love so deeply?
I love you, but I can't believe you can protect me, so I turn and walk away without hesitation.
But when we finally face each other, I still can't lie to myself. I still end up sobbing softly as I say those words: I love you.
And yet, this hundred years of loneliness and emptiness can never fill the void left by being apart.
Was it not worth it?
To stay alive, I don't know if it was worth it.
The heroine is a villain and will never be redeemed. She transmigrates, but doesn't know the plot.
The male lead is the shopkeeper, an older man. There will be endless angst, both for him and from him.
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Update fairy... she's, she's dead!
