She doesn't know the meaning of her existence in this world. In her eyes, everything is decadent gray.
Like her.
She has grown up in her own little space since she was a child, isolated from all the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Year after year, she didn't even know how old she was.
Time was like water dripping from a cave, slowly and leisurely, torturing her tattered heart. Sometimes she wished she could just close her eyes and never open them again, and turn into a weed in the next life, with life and death determined by fate.
Can she really find what truly belongs to her in this short and long life?
In fact, tasteless sugar is more sad than tasteless water.
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