That life has been suppressed for too long. She fell from the most glorious height to another kind of glory, a bloody glory piled with blood and countless lives.
Who thought about her when she sacrificed herself for the so-called right path? At the party where they drank freely to celebrate their achievements, who noticed her frailty hidden behind the curtain?
This wasn't her choice, it was him, all of them, forcing her.
Since this is destiny, let's destroy it together! Those who have loved before, those who still love now, and those who may love me, let us destroy them together!
But why does it still hurt after everything is over?
If everything was wrong from the beginning, start over. Others think that if they had chosen a different path, the same thing would not happen again. It turned out to be wrong.
Twenty years of that kind of life will indeed give people the illusion that they are gods, but if they are not, they are not.
The established destiny will not change, even if the outcome is already known. Step by step, everything is still developing towards the final direction. Maybe the process has changed steps, but the ending is the same. Do you want to do this again?
"Yes. How do you know it's impossible if you haven't tried it? Even God can't decide everything!"