She overturned the world and destroyed her past with her own hands, but she didn't want to destroy just the peace on the surface.
Underneath those innocent faces, clear eyes, and sunny smiles, there is the ferocity of destruction.
Who took off those real disguises?
Those years, those people, those things.
She thought she was smart, but in the end, it was all a careful plan.
When the wasteland grows old and the sea changes, who else will accompany her to watch the clouds roll and relax, and the flowers bloom and fall?
The beauty is peerless, the blood moon is unparalleled, who can break the curse of lifelong enemies?
Perhaps this world was meant to let her wander.
The world is home, but there is no one waiting for her to go back
In this case, what's the use of losing the world?
I can't wait for her happiness.