Seven years ago, a long-planned conspiracy was reflected in her fearful eyes. Blood blurred her perspective, and her clear eyes became complicated. She used her shoulders to resist the collapse of the world. She stood up and walked step by step towards the end of the protection, leaving heavy footprints. Suddenly she was confused, because when her eyes were dyed red with hatred, she saw a pair of eyes that made her feel distressed. Looking at the success not far away, she was confused whether she should stop. . .