Porcelain has never been sure whether he should live.
Some people live as if they are dead, probably about themselves. So why are we still lingering?
[Before I kill Faxiel①, I will cherish my humble life.
Then just choose death.
Everything has been planned and fate seems irreversible.
[Porcelain, please live a good life for yourself... Whether it's Aphra or Milto, they definitely want you to be happy! Amidst the continuous roar of bombs and bullets, he heard the hoarse screams of the brown-haired boy.
[You are not a walking zombie... You have always been porcelain, the porcelain we love.
Obsession and reason collide, and the last straw that breaks the camel's back comes quietly. Should he put away his fangs and choose humble happiness, or should he die a heroic death as a stupid guy?
He doesn't even want to.
The story of a boy who was trapped in quagmire and was redeemed after meeting his tutor. Although the author may not be able to write that feeling due to his limited knowledge [Spread his hands]