Love is always wrong, wrong beyond reason.
So I refuse to look or listen. If the mortal world is left behind so long ago, where could the heart come from?
That emotion inside her has rotted until it's numb. She gives a faint smile.
She says, "I'm still me, and you're still you. It's just too late. Maybe I've stopped caring."
But the man won't let her go. He clings to her desperately, yet still can't find any answer.
Coming and going through the mortal world is nothing more than a dream full of right and wrong.
The dream is real, and the real is a dream.
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Boss, there are too many typos. It doesn't matter if the speed is slower.
It feels a bit messy.
What a decisive decision. The heroine is so decisive. I appreciate it.
Too short Write a longer chapter I'm here to comfort you, write well