In this world, everyone is obsessed with people. There is no right or wrong, no right or wrong, it's just me following my heart and doing what I have to do.
He and she in this story, as well as them, are all people who have always insisted on their own aspirations, and as a person who can only be pushed away by life, I envy them.
The following is the last sentence of the prologue. Let me try to make a copy.
As the saying goes, gods and ghosts are unpredictable, and destiny is determined by destiny. It can be smooth but not reversible, and it can be known and cannot be changed. The world is separated from birth and death, but it is just a flower in the mirror. Looking at it withered, I can only sigh. Just like their wish to live and die together, it is just a long and prosperous dream...
The author says:
Foxtrot is a slow-burning person, so the writing he writes is also quite slow-burning. I hope those of you who have the patience to read it slowly will like it. Make a fist! Thank you!
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