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She is made of tears as light as mist.
Thousands of years ago, she accidentally fell in love with someone, but accidentally asked him to die for her.
He turned into a wisp of ashes, and she owed a debt.
The debt this time was too big. Even if the pain and regret were erased by time, she still had to pay it off.
That's why when he found the possibility of resurrecting him, he turned his back on the Six Realms and jumped to his death like a moth to a flame.
But on the scale in my heart, there is a light and fluttering shadow on the other end.
He didn't know when he was already there, in her heart, like soft and gentle music.
She didn't dare try again.
So I said to him, don't smile at me and don't be nice to me, okay.
Because I am always going to die.
She thought straightforwardly and simply, but she didn't know that once the fateful chess game begins, no one can control the complicated and falling black and white chess pieces.
The funny thing is that she actually only needs to make one choice.