This is probably a story about "If there is no romance, I will meet him again in this life; if there is a romance, why will my heart become empty in the end" (Dag Fog
I know that we are very small and have never been able to resist fate, even if it wants us to be shattered to pieces.
Time is a terrible thing. Whether it is beautiful or ugly, whether it is glory or shame, whether it is love or hate, it will be eaten away by time one day.
But only the scars can be arrogant until the end.
Time can only cover it with dust, and then cover our eyes, thinking that it is fine, leaving no trace at all. What's bleeding is still bleeding, what's hurting is still hurting, but it's just numb.
The original heroine is not Sijiu. Although the heroine did not end up with Minato in the end, and I don't hate Kushina, I still don't want to watch the Four Kushina Party, it's quite annoying...
In fact, I am a rotten girl myself, but this story has been in my mind for a long time, so I decided to write it down, as a way to say sorry to the heroine who I abused so stupidly.
Subjectively speaking, I am anti-Soviet... But it is difficult to determine the original heroine, so if I accidentally go astray, please help me point it out>