In the dark night when the poppies are blooming, they are as bright as the stars. The ultimate intensity and despair merge into one, dripping on the bright red poppy petals.
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The story runs with revenge as the main thread. Darkness and gloom constitute her humble world. From the moment she stepped out of that dark place, she did whatever it took to enter a world where shadows were everywhere but shone brightly. To be sighed, to be given up, to be twisted and torn apart completely, the most stupid thing is to expect success without paying the same price. Her world is flooded with hate, and she is an ominous person.
How dare you expect a person who has completely devoted herself to hatred and pain to still have dreams?