The ordinary life that I originally believed in was cracked, expanded, and finally fell apart after encountering them again and again.
So I escaped from the trap you set, walked far away, and arrived at a place where you don't exist.
But I don't know that you are already my tattoo. If you want to peel it off, it will be bloody.
If life is a journey, now I want to buy a return ticket, cross the ocean of time, go back to the past, and come back to you.
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The update notes from ten years later are so unbearable to look back at and look back at what the hell I wrote. Oh my god.
At present, the story setting seems to be in the right direction, and the writing style is really hard to describe. The story will be changed and expressed in another form. The pit is officially abandoned here.