A group of idiots manipulated by fate are letting down, forbearing, and waiting. When too many other factors are mixed into love, everything begins to become powerless. What kind of cruelty is it to not be able to love...
I have always wanted to write a story about twin flowers. If one flower dies in infancy, is there really telepathy? And in the process of pursuing the truth, there will be a "prince" that she longs for, but she can never get it; there will be a "knight" that protects her, but she can never see it... When the truth is peeled away bit by bit, and when the truth is revealed in front of you, what kind of cruelty will it be? Behind cruelty is love and betrayal.
I think I should write slowly, unfolding the story and characters bit by bit...
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