By the way, this heroine is a bit miserable. I have no father or mother and have been deceived for many years.
In the apocalypse without zombies, please don't carelessly call mutated creatures that are said to have no scientific names, "Ah, meatless duck neck", "stick monster", whatever you like.
Legend has it that this mutated species is a bit awesome, and you can't tell when it will mutate.
It's really just a battle about trust and humanity. (PS: The author thinks so.)
No sadomasochism, little meat. Please pay attention to the meaning of details.
As expected, I will not update until around August 13th. Since I have to go to school to make up for classes on the afternoon of the 14th, I am sorry to say that I am a senior in high school, so the update cannot be guaranteed. But I will insist on finishing it. Even though it was the first time I wrote it, even the author couldn't stand it. ╮(╯▽╰)╭
Finally, briefly describe this article in a literary sentence.
The more connected we felt yesterday, the more painful the rift will be today, and the more sharp and distinct our sense of separation will be.
After the college entrance examination, I will rewrite it and update it every day. I don't want to finish it now.