I used to write a very serious article about a knight-errant who flies for freedom and fights for peace - I thought Zuzhou needed some fresh blood like this.
However, I stopped writing several times in the middle, and the initial thoughts were squandered, leaving only a devastated and hasty ending.
In fact, it's not the ending I thought about, but it can't be changed. Many things in the settings cannot be changed.
Yes, I am lazy, ambiguous, tacky, and greedy for comfort. I shouldn't give myself more hope than I deserve. I still write the ending even though I know I will die...
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