Life is like a situation, every move, every ups and downs is like a fall, but it is not until the end that everything is a foregone conclusion. I have to taste the ups and downs in the infinite joys and sorrows. Looking back on my past, I have no choice but to give it a bleak smile.
So, my life is still a bit dramatic. Others decide the outcome by winning two out of three games, but for me, I decide the outcome by winning one out of three games.
I lost the first game, and it was so cruel that I blocked his knife to death in a bloody manner. You know, that guy had drawn a sword against me the night before, and the reason was ridiculous!
I lost the second game again, and I was still infatuated with pain. I was filled with depression and anger as I watched him degenerate into a demon. During the duel, I acted as innocent cannon fodder and was stabbed to death. Why, I'm just here to persuade you to surrender!
In the third game, the author finally kissed his mother, and I finally won. But why was I stabbed again and an unknown object somehow entered my body? !
The question is, when did I form such a mortal hatred with that knife? Is there any justice left? Hello? !