She always stubbornly grasps the little warmth that others give her, even if the warmth is just one or two grains of rice from the rice bowl.
She could no longer tell what reality was. After being forcibly pulled into the so-called reality, she discovered that what was underneath was a bloody and putrid swamp.
When the war begins, should you choose to side with your loved ones or justice?
But how do we define justice? From what standpoint and from what angle?
"Sister, you are the only one in this world who has the same heart as me."
"No one can take anything away from you, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, sister, let's kill them together."
"They give you some warmth, and you think they are good people. But the only person who is really good to you is me, but you always think that I am a bad guy."
The devil is chattering in my ears.
Why in the world is there a mother who raises her children tenderly and carefully, but she doesn't love her children? Why would she abandon her children?
"I am your child... I am your child..." She murmured through tears, as if she was proving something over and over again.
I changed the name of the protagonist again and again, but I always felt that the original name was too unfamiliar.