Hope hopes that the inconsistency will change.
These are the two flower languages of hydrangeas. Just like this inner world, there is hope and sorrow. Persistence, naturally.
There is also betrayal.
Her name is Qianlan and she has facial myonecrosis. Fortunately, she has a tool that can produce sounds based on brain wave instructions.
She has powers that, sadly, keep her lifespan diminishing.
If she wants to live, she needs to fulfill other people's love.
Whether it is the second dimension or the real world.
However, she also wants to fall in love for once.
"Hello, my name is Zhanlan."
I rehearsed this sentence countless times in the space I created, which was only the size of a college.
Hello, my name is Qian Lan.
96% Of life remaining
Forget me, because I can no longer understand this world